I thought I had an idea An idea which sought 'change' And in this changing situation I left "Don't change if it ain't needed." Quite simply "out of range"
The more I wake up the sleepier the past All feelings suspended at half-mast This is my 'now' like it has always been A forgotten relic in yesterday's cast
And will this 'now' run through my life Like a piercing single strand? I think I should give up this sorrow For the 'now' of today feeds the 'now' of morrow