macawm

Walk with me down this road of roads, See the trees and mountains as I go, I have a journey with an unclear end, And I want my trip to be without lament, I am not perfect as you may attest, I try to be who I am, not to suit your zest, This road is not yours lest you walk beside me, Even then I shall not guide thee, Discovery is the goal for which I prepare, For this journey you must be precisely aware, I am not here and you are not there.

It's good, Good to know pain, Good to know the way it hurts inside, The way it can make you cry, Can even make you want to die, It's good, Good to know shame, Good to know the way it hurts inside, The way it makes you want to lie, Can make you run and hide, It's good, Good to know love, Good to know the way it hurts inside, It still wins no matter how hard you try, It makes you want to sing, and laugh, and cry, It's good to know...

A sheet of steel crashes down, Every eye, young and old,  Looks round and round, They swarm like flies, To see why such a sound, A small chip of the glossy black finish,  Led astray by an innocent rock, Sweat from the hovering crowd, Gathers at the site, Fouling, rusting, and tarnishing the plate,  Slowly the orange beast creeps, Engulfing and devouring the piece, Pits to craters and craters to pinholes, Pinholes to voids and voids to gone.

The first sparkle of the night, Brightens my mind and reveals my desire, I start to count in a single degree, Quickly approaching infinity, My focus shifts to one faint little fuzz, Deeply I gaze to see the fuzz swirl, Its motivation so strong I think it winked, If that faint fuzz winked, was it at me, Impossible to tell with life full of uncertainty, The blur swirled to show me its soul, For reasons I know not why, I thank it and say goodbye.

What can we make of this thing Why does it taunt us with its mysteriousness It is instantaneous, yet so conceivable We can't know that it was or will be, But we experience it now.