Light
Milton Andersen Lindholm
Light goes into triangles, splitting you and me up
Never had a threesome
But I’ll go in like a prism
Chasing all my floaters, just like you’re chasing me
I’m not from here so stay off me
Can’t you see the sun and how it keeps our world in cue
Some think living is far fetched, march in white helmets
Surfing on the net
They’re light with prisms to their left
Never find your true self in the shape of white light
Don’t kick around a piece of ground
The unfound is all that you don’t recognize in here