I'm so sorry, sweetheart You really got yourself into a mess This whole idea you surrounded yourself with Falling asleep inside a dream Over and over So long ago And now you know you really are lost Unstopped
But who is this voice In the silence of the giants of the Universe? Who never sleeps when we dream Continually creating while life is on pause?
Who is the voice who knows we are lost
The waking state is free from why - Every why simply uncovers another. The waking life is made up of how; it can seem that the how is leading to a result but the results always change and all we are left with is how.