How do you feel about
God and other monsters?
What about life
and the dichotomy of death?
I want to get a sense of how your brain works,
yet I fear that it may lack a sense of depth.
Tell me, is the green of the grass
the same to you, to me, to them,
or does one of us see what I call purple
while others' blue or red
Do these questions make you stumble?
Do they roll straight through your head?
Do you stay up at night and wonder,
what power the earth has left...
Are we merely just an atom
on the back of some large dog
in a far and distant universe
our electrons, Pluto and Mars?
Do you wonder what the meaning,
of this restless life must be,
is it settled in the stars,
that you would collide with me?
Or, are we out here wandering,
of our own free will of chance?
Choosing whether we stand still,
or make the choice to dance.
To dance
to dance
to sparkle
to see a full color
abiss
to spin
to laugh
to desire
well,
something more
than this.
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