• As lightening shone and thunder blew
    I am born, and in plain view
    I do the dance that dancers do
    changing colors, yellow, white, and blue

    I crash into the great unknown
    The thunder is my quiet groan
    I know that I am not alone
    to share the chaos that I know I own

    I know that I am prone to destruction
    my light may be my visual seduction
    my bold introduction
    This is the art of my horrible production