I'm going round in circles
Spending my time
Trying to find out why or how
I managed not to see before
That living in the present is enough
The past is an old love
The future a sweet suitor
But nothing is enough
I'm taking my last overdose
I promise, I'll move on to something else
I'm making peace with this fake me
Of which he is the ego, I am not
I undergo the metamorphosis
Of the inevitable neurosis
Suddenly I settle
Time is unchanging
Like this song
In a child's heart
Which withstands
Fathomless and yet
It is in the here, the now
That life is lived
Inevitably
I'm not going round any more
I speak as if
Words were no longer a challenge
But the unspeakable a real story
Although it may not please Descartes
Between words and their silence
I find the real meaning
I am, therefore I think
Time is unchanging
Like this song
In a child's heart
Which withstands
Fathomless and yet
It is in the here, the now
That life is lived
Inevitably
I'm taking my last overdose
I promise, I'll move on to something else
Suddenly I settle
Time is unchanging
Like this song
In a child's heart
Which withstands
Fathomless and yet
It is in the here, the now
That life is lived
Inevitably
Like this wind
Everything is in the present moment
An exemption from time
On which we depend
Miniscule, and yet
It is in the here and now
That nothing hurts any more
Nothing hurts us any more
Nothing hurts us any more
Inevitably