I cannot understand their queries
I will not stand still long enough
My hair grows long, eyes speak of their burden
The world seems smaller, more beautiful
and more ugly too
Time accelerates like a youthful summer
The Words, that once were too difficult to see,
now absorbed like the bathroom rug

I looked at myself, and myself glanced back.
Looking around, bewildered and confused I said 'I can't feel the song anymore.' and
I replied 'Because you are too old/young, too smart/stupid, always was/is/will be lost.'

Then Another came out and repeated to me:
'All life is suffering, and your end is inevitable.'
Standing open-mouthed, he continued:
'The rewards of the Material will fade as will yourself.'

The Dream subsided and Certainty fell into Chaos.
I didn't see the Child anymore, but I thought I heard music.  ¶ 10/13/2003 04:40:00 PM