Because time churns and eddies
returns to the day
nothing disappears
just changes and stays
there is a direction
and there is a delay
and everyone responds to
it in their way

I’m lying on my back
like I used to do
my headphones all-covering
the world a vacuum
am I tuned out
or am I attuned?
Am I still burning
or am I in bloom?

We’re waking now
because the old world is dead
trying to recite it
anew in our heads
child of emptiness
emptiness rearing its head
and I’ll keep on walking
till I see the path’s sense