Waiting in the ether.
It'll take all of my strength to give up
Can't afford to be just one in a flock,
become lost or mislaid
Most ideas turn to dust
And does anything I say seem relevant at all?
You've been at the helm since you were just five,
While I cannot claim to be more than a passenger,
Looking on the brighter side.
You better hurry,
Rabbit, run, run, run.
The worst part is over,
Now, get back on that horse and ride.
You belong to a simpler time
I'm a victim to the impact of these words,
And this rhyme.
Stepping over what now towers to the sky,
With no connection.
And let's jump out the window.
They are cold, still,
to form, feel, kill, propagate, only to die.
Dissolve magically, absurdly,
they'll end, leave, dissipate, coldly and strangly return.