Arbitrary

Arbitrary

There's celebration and remembrance

As this year comes to a close

It was my birthday this month

All measured in years

One revolution around the sun

Really a corkscrew as we go around

The Milky Way galaxy traveling 

Through space

How far away was I when born

Billions of miles

A year ends every day

How far do I travel in a second

I am lost now

A foundling unfound

As a child I could go

To the end of the road

And back

I couldn't climb to the rock

Mother I'm on this rock

Spinning out of control

Stop pulling me back

Let me swim in this emptiness

On my own

Ah

Another tumble into sometime

Such strange feelings

The great clothes dryer of space

Barry G. Wick