All these things
Catapulting through my brain…
I search in vain,
Only knowing you by name.
O, Epiphany, why do you run from me?
O, Epiphany!
You’re something…
I can’t quite put my finger on.
You’re something…
I can’t quite wrap my head around.
All these things
Ricochet around my head…
I do my best,
But you always stay a step ahead.
O, Epiphany, I lie in wait for thee.
O, Epiphany!
O, Epiphany!
You’re something…
I can’t quite put my finger on.
You’re something…
I can’t quite wrap my head around.
You’re running…
And I can’t quite seem to track you down.
But someday…
I will find you, I just don’t know how.