Less than a particle of dust am I
Less than a grain of sand with its history
Yet I see the geese feeding on a dewy lawn
And on this flying lady, its here they belong
Less than a part of these geese am I
.
Here, chasing the amber light around
Flying threw dark matter we’ve found
Fire crawling threw the cracks of her skin
Spitting into the skies in awe we cry
What a spectacle in disguise as fire flies
.
For we dare not hear our fear
The truth of how we disappear
Fright oozing up from her thighs
Less than her fire, less than the flying am I
.
In the click of a new day
I’ve seen my best friend fly away
And following to fast his lovely dainty lass
But then I hear her, this world whispering
Less than any part of me am I
No one is really free
Were all dying!
