I see you there, what you could be..
And some things I can’t believe anymore
Soon this will pass away to be buried in the books I’ve kept on the shelf
While your thoughts all sound the same
My thinking was a curse to you
Up all night so small in it all
A speck of dust in it all
We are recycled things
From one to the next
Such flexible beings
In it all, we all walk in it all.
