To begin, to end,
To go up, to descend,
To remember, to forget,
To give, to get.

Is there such thing as life anyway?
Do I really have to listen to the things I have to say?

Lying in bed and the hour is late,
I am trying to sleep listening to my heart rate.
I want to grow deeper, to be up above
I want to be able to experience love
Because like the grains falling down an hourglass
The ball of energy is going to pass.
"Pass it on, pass it on", some people would say,
but do I want to? Or do I want to stay?

The belief in misfortune is only a dream,
The greatness of truth is so hard to esteem.
But what after all is the green of the grass,
Am I really stuck? Should I pass it? Should I pass?

It is the story of my life, or is it just a lame scribble?
Do I really want to experience it or should I let it
shrivel?

Sometimes I'm able to look from outside,
The soul out of the body,
I'm not trying to hide.
What I see from out there is a body alone,
Existing for a moment only, attempting to be known.
It scares and fascinates the floating cloud called soul,
I should stay here; I should stay here after all.