I can feel the planet speeding
In the swing from dusk to dawn
No sooner do I raise my eyes
Than once again the light is gone.
Winter seems to run with summer
Autumn huddles close to spring
Lifetimes of an endless longing
Waiting for some bell to ring.
What would happen now, I wonder,
If I did not rise up from bed?
Would mountains tremble in their roots?
Would oceans weep if I were dead?
And yet, I rise and live each hour,
Bedroom, table, bath and hall,
Though when I pass the ripples still,
As if I had not lived at all.
But still I will get up this morning
Eat my breakfast, go to school
I believe there is some meaning,
Though perhaps I am a fool.