Where does the wind go?
Where does the time go?
When will the sun stay,
always in the sky?
I feel that there’s a rhythm,
and the song will never end,
but I know that there’s an ending
I just don’t know when.
I hope that one day then,
when it all comes crashing down,
I can see the lands where all that time had gone to,
and where the winds are all around,
where the sun shines every morning,
and a song.
If there should be a higher dimension to go to,
and more dimensions below,
am I still in the beginning,
or am I near their height?
I must be somewhere in the middle.
Living out this strange life.