Be still and lend ear; the sound of shimmering,
the sound of glass breaking, the sound of water
rain upon tin roofs and laughter just past dawn
alone in the slums of my own mind, no face
What am i? Where do i come from? What's worth life,
Death and the sacrifice of blood and sweat, yes.
Upon my knees and rainfall upon tin roofs.
The mirror reflects not a thing when i gaze
And the memory of the sun's zenith fades. 
What is my purpose? Why am i here? My choice.
In the cascading brilliance of the all
Not a thing beckons except my own heartbeat.
The streets hum and whir with the pace of business
And i alone stand amidst the traffic, lost.
What is worthwhile, where do i place my focus?
A million strands of hair impair my vision;
Upon their break i see only horizon
Sweeping into the just beyond -- i can't see.
There is only now, and here alone is grey. 
What do i fight for? What do i want to be? 
The phone rings but there is no answer, i pace.
Maddeningly, back and forth, nowhere to go. 
Nowhere to be, the vision is haze, i weep.
Like a tear I fall, not knowing from where, why?
I dry out and turn to air, lost on the wind.
There is no end, there is no now, there is this;
the sound of glass breaking, the sound of water
rain upon tin roofs and laughter just past dawn
alone on the drum of my own heart, i beat.