There were a few times I was tick tock ticking around the watch tower of the making
Making little of the knowing while the question kept on growing
Glowing ever brighter sire, take in, higher ever going I'm the one
Pitter patter beating of my translucent never being out of reach beyond all stars yet the sun
Lengthen in it's leaving deriving thought beyond all meaning see what dreaming for me thinking flowing, never not.
Do the sounds that I am reading keep on leading into thinking then the thinking is a thought?
Wonder round the moment while sleepwalking take the moments to wonder "why does it never stop?"
Stumbled into meaning the rootkit of my being now I'm seeing where this was going and I'm caught
I have this ever present way of knowing which way the wind is blowing am I giving the cosmos knowing, known that I'm being saught
Speaking freely sight is truly single minded and nothing less than struck