Sailing along unaware Bumping and crashing through time and space Like flies trapped in a bottle Unable to seem Although our walls are clear Endless space abounds But then lungs contract The air of our time runs out We drop down Over and over... The lack of ceiling, spins A vortex Pulling up yet pushing down As though even cosmic omnipotence is... Conflicted The explicable try to control What has become lightning in a bottle... Energy pa**es through gla** Extending towards eternity Though its power never ends It merely changes Akin to sand into gla**... Many grains blend to create the new form... And these new shards are the stars The stars that will fall and shatter the stained gla** of our imaginations...