Colourless Reflection (poem)

By Luke Labern

Imagine a world without news,
A rock where nothing new arose,
A world without colours or hues;
Every life then drew to a close

And no one mattered. Not pleasant,
Nor one in which I'd survive:
I am not the omnipresent
(Because there's none, don't strive!)

But I know experiments live
Longer than any human's thoughts --
Now don't let this your mind drive:
Focus! Don't play crosses and noughts.

So what be the point of all this?
The answers vary, but listen:
When your words run, do I sounds miss?
No: my mind begins to glisten.

My eyes hit the ground -- I speed up.
Lost in my thoughts, so I won't curse
Myself when I grab the king's cup,
When I replace him -- was I worth

All the impacts spread upon
This earth of ours? So here I write
So I don't forget my swan
Amongst ugly ducklings in sight.

And I know I could do better, friend.
Spontaneous outbursts, name these.
This stream of mine has no sure end:
Yet I'm told I need the fees.

Every day more direction
Towards the future writing style.
What of all the introspection?
Always walking an inner mile.

I see myself cerebral, me.
Ten thoughts for every action done.
And I try to include many,
But who can write for everyone?

I try to discover new land,
Wrap it in our century's like,
Mostly funny or rather grand.
See this as my opening strike.

Nah, I don't care if you get this, since
You spend most of your time with a wince.
Who's this bit for? It's for the foes,
Who don't cast me in the role of the prince:

Nah; I'm the one who keeps them on their toes...
But I know things no one else knows.