Time is drifting

Love comes and goes

I'm sitting here with my windows closed

Staring out

Never figuring anything out

What should my life be about...

We don't get it.

The probability of you and I being born
is 1 in 400 TRILLION!

We don't get it.

Being able to experience life
should be wonderful
But...

We don't get it.

We destroy ourselves
Our surroundings over

And over...

And over again.

Humanity just doesn't get it.

Flowers bloom
Every afternoon
Blue skies gloom
Morning comes soon
Clouds loom
Winds will swoon

"What does the colour gold look like?"
Asked the blind man.

"Gold is like the feeling of the sun kissing your skin.
It's like the taste of the purest honey on your tongue.
It's like a warm hug from someone close to you.
I imagine gold is what hope feels like.
That is what the colour gold looks like."

Don't you worry
Go back to sleep
You'll always know
Where I will be
In you're dreams
While you're fast asleep
You're never alone
Go back to sleep