Cartwheeling in the Dark

One night as I am wandering
I saunter wildly pondering
If anyone would stare
If I cartwheeled through the air
And then I wonder why I’m confined
From all this freedom in my mind
I should simply take the risk
Not just shaken, stirred with a whisk
Am I the existential whale
Trying to make sense of the pail
Or am I the flowerpot
Coming to terms with what I’ve got
Either way I’ve go to do
This cartwheel, now I’ve got the clue
So cartwheel will I now, this day
And mold existence like its clay


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