The second version:

My hopes, they all collect inside my mind
Angels riding on the head of a pin.
I wonder now at how they are designed;
Which will rise or fall; Or make someone king?
Or which will reduce me to an infant;
Then how long can they stay inside my will?
The world stops; holds its breath; in an instant
Everything around me is now still.
A snowflake falling no more; Sedentary;
The very light in the air waits troubled
it’s rainbow hue a forgotten memory.
Now I can see the walls, quantum bubbles
Holding back all the chaos and despair.
I wonder who it was who put them there.

© G. Burns 9-Feb-2011

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The original version

My hopes, they all collect inside my mind
Angels riding on the head of a pin.
I wonder at them; how many there are.
Which will stand or fall? Which will change the world?
Which will come crashing down around my feet?
I still wonder how long they can stay there.
The world stops; holds its breath; in an instant
Everything around me is now still.
A snowflake falling no more; Suspended.
The very light in the air lost purpose
it’s rainbow hue a forgotten memory.
Now I can see the walls, quantum bubbles
Holding back all the chaos and despair.
I wonder who it was who put them there.

© G. Burns 9-Feb-2011