My mind is stuck
In a slingshot orbit,
Between be the change you want to see in the world
And if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.
Each is of similar size,
So my head will spend
An eternity flying back and forth,
In a schedule that gets me close enough to
Peer into the atmosphere of each,
Only to fling me back into darkness
And allow the cycle to repeat;
I don’t know where I am right now,
In my little orbit,
So I suppose I’m stalling,
Somewhere in the middle again:
I need
Change
To find myself peace,
And the
Immunity of peace
To find myself change.