to see the lights stretch out
before me
all the elements that make a story
striking once
to clear the mad day
to strike again and slip away
to live a day
to simply live a day in wonder
caught between the now and then
caught between the wise and foolish
torn between the captured and the unruly
it's better then to say no word
it's better then to just observe
oh so certain of nothing
though yr wanting to live everything
first the fire rekingling
and then again the fire dying
to then be the dreaming child again
and then in old age, all mystery
the days rise in lights
all displayed
so bright