The living

Who am I to say that I know

The direction in which the world spins

The speed at which the leaves sway

The songs which all the birds sing

The location at which the ball will fall

But me and me, of which I know all

Turns out I know quite nothing of at all

For I just spin, and sway, and sing

And see it all as time does fall

Around me and all the time

Alive

Am I