One or two, either way, we can do a lot.
Contained, limited, standing every day in the same window.
Window. Open, close, out of my control.
Some days I don’t even know if the sun is rising or setting.
I am inside a prison, with or without lights on.
Prison without a guard, without bars.
Either way, I am locked.
Locked, I am stuck.
Stick stuck, sticky plant.
I wish I could also roll down the streets freely.
Rolling, rolling… circle, round, bullet.
I am as dangerous, I am also able to kill.
Murdered, murderer… possibilities.
One or two, either way, we can do a lot.
Contained, limited, either way we can rebel.
Big or small, darker than a moonless night hiding inside a cave, or brightly shining like when the sun shines on a diamond or gold.
Through it all, possibility to impact.
Look, watch, discover, transmit, affect. Watch everything that passes me by.
Look deeper at what they contain. Discover there is more than I desire.
Transmit a signal that turns out to be so powerful, that it affects you without your knowledge.
One or two, either way, we can do a lot.