Around and beyond a voice
is a whisper that cannot talk
and as it triggers a notion in my head
I move two stops not knowing to where
these sounds they come and go abrupt
illogical streams of motion they are
they are forever lost and thought
they are desires, never cared for
a glimpse of what you cannot see
a moment of what you cannot be
sheer existence how I describe
is so much to do with what i desire
I ask myself the questions that are same
and answers that are given always change
if time is moving
Am I not?
What have to seize
That i have not?
I ask myself the questions that are same
and answers that are given always change
