• I hear the sound of one hand clapping
    and the beat of just one drum
    I hear the melody of the branches tapping
    and the children's glum

    I feel the wind against my face
    and the rustle of the grass
    I feel my heart begin to race
    As i see you through the glass

    I smell the morning sunshine
    As it luminates the endless sky
    I smell the scent of nature's decline
    As the Earth begins to cry

    I taste the love of the golden dawn
    As it heals throughout the Earth
    I taste the bitter conclusions drawn
    And Death's wise mirth

    I see that I am blind
    As I stare at my reflection
    I see the flaws in my mind
    As I feel my revelations