I'm in the laboratory
Balanced on a chair
Trying hard to measure
The vibrations in the air
Where old stories go
When we speak them
We catch fireflies in jars
And poke holes in the lid
To study and demystify
The source of light within
But where do stories go
If we don't catch them?
Old stories go like this
They transform into myths
They metamorphosize into metaphors
That's how old stories go
So let them go
The characters in alphabets
Catch characters like Zeus
But words they tend to fossilize
Beyond their proper use
So how do stories go
So beyond words
Old stories go like this
They transform into myths
They metamorphosize into metaphors
Old stories go like this
They transform into myths
They metamorphosize into metaphors
I hope I go there too
When I go
Do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do
My annotated journals
Might need peer review
To reevaluate
Everything I ever knew
Is this all stories then?
Well, back to the lab again