Testo Blue Dot

As an atom - a possibility
Am I constructive, destructive energy

In my feelings structures that I keep
Imagination kicks me in the knee

In a clean room modifying parts
Pretending - out here playing God
On a tightrope clutching parasol
Already pondering the chances of a fall

On a bender - a secret that I keep
Another sunrise disgusting and sweet

On an island poking out the blue
In a cruel world contemplating pain

On a small blue dot circling a star