Something in the distance and somehow coming closer,
I lock the door which leads into tomorrow and wonder if
but no, that can't be so
and so
I climb out of the skylight to reach out to the midnight which
is always there hiding in the background.

and if we remain the same the same cannot be said for the sounds around us constant in their change,

the blind man does not see that the beggar doesn't care and the beggar doesn't see that he too could be the blind man,