Where does it go?

Sometimes it feels like the pulsing energy of the sun
Other times there is barely a spark
Or is it really a rotation of night and day

Where does it go, where does it go?

I feel the flow from head to toe
Yet it passes in time, as if I were dead
Is it life or is it death

Where does it go, where does it go?

Sometimes it’s one, at times it’s two
Or can two be like one
Then what of two in simple repose

Where does it go, where does it go?

To have the wings to fly so high
Suddenly fleeting, and falling from the sky
Broken wings saying, can you mend these

Where does it go, where does it go?

Looking constantly outside your own sphere
Stop spinning you are already here
It is nothing, but your own fear

Where does it go, where does it go?

Look inside it’s always in its place
It has never been misplaced
You have been running the wrong race
For what you have search for in haste

Where does it go.....?
place your hand on your heart
reach into your soul
find the things you miss
and then you'll surely know!