They’re everywhere, all around
In the fire, water, air and ground
Born in an instant, growing fast
Concerning present, future, and past
Some grow slowly, sapling to tree
Their roots forever stay within me
Some simply come on command
Others need more than one’s demand
At times they stay in their rightful places
Orderly, like yearbook faces
At others they come surging, blurry and rushing
From different directions, converging and crashing
It’s hard to find the broken-winged key
In the mass of others that only confuse me
At the touch of the broom
The others suddenly begin to zoom
Reeling everywhere, getting in the way
To catch the one I want takes all day
All of a sudden, all grows still
The room is a bare window sill
Searching from basement to loft
Nothing’s there; they have all left
Eventually they do return
Like the phoenix, they rise after a burn
They always return, for they’re never truly gone
They’ll exist until all life is done
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