A young man, cold and worn from travel Takes respite in a forest clearing He builds a fire and settles in A place of peace for a night's rest
From the shadows, an old man appears They begin to talk, amid the glow and crackle The old man asks what troubles the young man's mind Here tonight, palaver by firelight
In the march of time, I am limping and falling behind My largest possession is a dearth of purpose
I only wish to be cradled In the cold of the dirt Free from the horror of Samsara Here tonight, palaver by firelight
I have travelled far and wide across this world and others I won't soothsay or give you hope, for none exists But I can tell you that all you'll ever want or be You already have and are
The old man's form and visage flickers, fades in the dark Who is this that abides before me?
Are you god? Are you my father? Are you my future self?
I am all these and none Though little difference it makes The oneness of all things Crushes the ego, and destroys the delusion of timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
