How odd of a commodity
can a disasteroid be
While dashing through space
towards it's destiny?
How well is time framed
in that picture on your wall?
When it seems about time
for that picture to fall
Are you but an infant
in your own infantry?
Will someone catch you
when you let go of me?
Are you trying to be the doctor
of your own documentary?
Will you come to surmise
that your eyes
have lost
sight of me?
For your darkness
has swallowed
and taken
the light of me
So like a boomerang
I'm cast out
to eternity
And as I wizzz
past the stars
I will yearn to be...free!...
free!...
free...
Stay creative my friends Wizzzmo
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