Lights On, Lights Off

Lights on, lights off What are your thoughts? What is it you are thinking? Is it intuitive only to you? Inside out, or is it more, more? Part of a whole that assumes Even though in part it's not fully aware It knows everything there is to know. That is important to know in any given place. Because it's only a part of the whole. And the whole is never truly there. It's as fleeting as a chain of Christmas lights. Seen in a flash but never remembered But like a flashing bright light that Even when it's not there, you still see it. Feel it like the pulse in your wrist Ah, that sometimes you sense And other times you don't Lights on, lights off What drivel is this that rolls off my tongue I guess you'd call it consciousness. But hey, guess what? I don't know. As I too am only a small part of the whole.