slipping through my fingers
holding it and dropping it
take it and leave it
show it and hide it
guide it and mislead it
think it could be in danger
and safe it from the black
and lift it up to the spirit of the sunny times

and what do you think the "it" will be?
My HEART, idiot, MY HEART IS BEATING LIKE... um... no JUNGLE DRUM

(ok, that made me 2 catchy tunes in 1 "poem", nice, uh?)