FLUTTER...
Flitter~
Zooming..rushing by
A little unsteady
O, mhm.
Did you see that?
Look, high above
Too late
It’s now gone
Thoughts bubbling
Rapidly, hurriedly~
So out of control
Bam!
Ideas churning,
turning, spinning
When do they even begin?
Beats me.
Does it have a pause button?
That I have no clue.
Oh, that only means
Only one thing~
It’s a match~
Burns so bright
It might burn out-
Maybe..
Then again~
Surely, it may be a force_
One that can’t really be (just)
Pulled, or pushed- in any direction.