I was drowning in an ice-cold feeling
Trying to think; my mind was reeling
What was happening? I didn't know
I was pulled through with the flow
I heard nothing but my own heartbeat
Keeping time with my trudging feet
Where was I going? Time would tell
As I headed toward the dull, tolling bell
The time was night, the hour late
What end in store? What was my fate?
I didn't know, nor did I care
The wind cut through me, tossed my hair
Nothing made sense, but nothing really tried
It seemed as though meaning had fallen and died
I was peering through the world's facade
Seeing patterns like a god
And suddenly, it all made sense!
I was Past through Future: every tense!
Nothing more could be defined, nothing more to reason
And now that I was one with all, I settled in my favorite season