When life comes it comes as a stranger
Trampling across the seconds of time
A question mark and its answer
Aggravating reason and rhyme
Oh but when light comes to me
I want to touch all the things I see
Pressing against the glass so hard
It’s just a lightning bug in my jar
Opening my mouth and not my mind
There were some things I never knew
Some things I never knew
Just things I never knew
When death comes it comes as a stranger
With great authority and little concern
For the carnival of fools and danger
Or mercies for which we’ll yearn
Oh but when darkness comes for me
I’ll remember all these things I see
Pressing against the window hard
As death shakes its bug in a jar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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