Where there was once plenty
Lines are now full
The shelves are empty
but who are the fools?
It's all guesswork
At best
How far does the mind stretch

An invisible force is the source
Or are people the flaws
Can't quite quantify the unknown
When pushed
Have we not grown

Panic sets in
Now technically we're four
meals away from anarchy

Planets in their orbit
Each with their own moons
The pull of gravity
Guiding us
But we are in different
Galaxies
No force acting between
Me and you

And I've seen plenty of moons
Stars and galaxies
Pass me by
Pull on my path
And then leave me
And whether they leave
Space junk, darkness or
Pull me out of my orbit
It all leads to the same thing
Me losing something that was
Once familiar.

And yet to orbit,
Two bodies must have mass
And each time, I fell into their pace
Willingly.
A force requires two and yet
I...

I don't want to go back to
The familiar which left me
Not for what I have lost but
Rather what I could not find

I do still wonder whether
My weight is not enough
While I try to calculate
What forces work for
Me
And yet I also wonder
If there is a force
That will
Not crash, share light and
Balance the space-time dimensions
That surround me

I'm tired of being tired,
I want to just get up and move ahead
but this monotonous life  holding me back
with this strange force called 'tiredness'

you shove my face
into a shallow abyss
and tell me to find
the deeper meaning

L'eau, c'est un beau milieu ; pas vrai ?
La piscine est un bel endroit pour tenter de faire le vide quand les pensées dans nos têtes nous bousculent.
Lorsque tu y entres, oh tu as quelques doux frissons qui te traversent.
Puis, ton beau corps s'habitue à la fraîche température de l'eau
Tu te mets sur le dos, tu as peur de couler mais tu restes à la surface, tout paraît si calme mais c'est une guerre menée par les forces.
Oh Newton, il essaie de te faire couler dans le fond de cette piscine.
Oh Archimède, il se bat avec Newton en essayant de te faire remonter vers le haut.
Les deux se combattent sans s'arrêter et puis aucun ne gagne, tu flottes.

your cries of loathe
only further fuel my endeavors
i am a formidable force
and i will not be stopped
i love you
and i will continue
to be a disturbing and affectionate
animal
until you give me
what i want

A plea to Phi
Gold hidden in plain sight
Her lips don't lie as
a primal force will rise
Tangible symmetry of course
where lessons in ratio apply
All is in sync in my mind