In the ticking of the clock
The beating of one's heart
All life evolved in this time continuoum
Contantly changing like ocean waves
In pointless tossing and turning
Confusion, when will you stop?
All the turmoil and upheaval you create
Inconsiderably changing time and space.
By and large I cannot comprehend
All that surrounds me in disarray
Should I be troubled?
Should I be conquered?
Seems like a futile attempt
To resist the currents and the winds
Most storms pass with lightning
Some pours down and soothes your soul.
Every disturbance at the moment
Doesn't fit the fulness of things
Imperfect time appears to be playful
Like a mischievous kid in a sandbox
Judging, discriminating in his path
So impartial, so impersonal
How do I plea? will you re-consider?
Please recall and reconstruct my dream to reality
... coz this heart of mine is about to break.
Copyright @2002 Pablo Y