Faster than gazelles
Drive us ever forward
Forward like small snails
Our laughter and our crying
Our mixed up foul-breathed lives
Send us on a journey
With lots of jumps and dives
Is it all for purposes,
Predicate and noun verb clause
Or are we all a jumble
Like a baby and a dog
I may not have the answers
But then again I might
It's God who's watching
Over me morning, noon, and night
These aren't some modern somethings
Not poems that rhyme or rap
Just a collection of my lightning
Spread out before a nap.
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