The Power House

As quickly we remember
Which, often soon forgot
Our needs and necessities
Looked over as for not
No one knows
Where the power goes
It goes and goes
Does anyone care where?
Does anybody know?
Still it goes
In, around, above, and out
And even down below
The lights off lamps and music amps
Turns the power slow
A hum
High and low
No one cares from what
It passes by their ears
No one hears it as they grow
No one writes about it in their prose
Still the power goes
And goes
Whistling 'long its merry way
Hissing steam into the sky
Rolling, falling, all day long
Creeping softly through our home
Fuzzy lines to crystal shapes
Even then when it's displaying
It goes, and goes
...and goes.


Wait,
What was I saying?