we are insignificant like the stars
and finite like the trees
destructive like cars that zoom down the streets
we expand like water as it freezes into ice
an undulating, self-contracting festival of lights
we are a circus, complete with paint-faced clowns
red-ball noses and smiles where we frown
staring into the sun till we are too blind to see
and disconnect the space that connects you and me
blindly we sit in our little black boxes
and grandiously plan like grandiose foxes
how to enrich this experience called mine
but to figure out yours is more worth our time.