What are the words that I’m saying to say
when they’re made simply words in a row?
The world is revolving, and people today
are revolving with nowhere to go.
Revolving, revolting, evolving and floating
And never quite sure where we are.
I search for definity in the midst of infinity —
a sign in the midst of a star.
And wonder if I am a meaning, or why
the whole thing simply exists.
It’s not that I care, but I’d like to know where
I will be when we’ve gone thru these twists
and eternity years
for a meaning beyond being THERE