Saturday, July 16, 2011

Where You Are At

An infinitesimal animal
Spinning on a ball of rock
Looking through a sky painted blue
By the air that courses through you
A hundred hundred million little cells
Working together to make you, you
I do not need gods
To thank for this miracle
I do not need to live forever
I’ll cross the stage
Then go to the wings without rage
Fearing neither heaven nor hell
Content that I acted well

No comments:

Post a Comment