EXISTENCE ITSELF AS A WHOLE
IS A POEM INSCRIBED ON THE SOUL
THOSE WHO WOULD READ THE WORD
KNOW THE POEM IS INSCRIBED ON THE WORLD.

TIME ITSELF IS A DANCE
IT'S POEM IS OF CIRCUMSTANCE
HERE TODAY AND GONE TO MORROW
JOY SOMEHOW HAS MORPHED TO SORROW.

IN IT ALL I SENSE THE RISE AND FALL
LETTING GO AND HOLDING ON
CHASING DREAMS WHEN DREAMS ARE FLEETING
MAKING PLANS THAT BARE REPEATING.

GRAINS OF TIME SLIP THROUGH MY GRASP
AS DO THESE QUESTIONS  I DARE ASK
WHO IS THIS MAN BEHIND THE MASK?
WHAT WORD, WHAT POEM, WHAT TASK?

THE ANSWERS COME, TRAIL ONE BY ONE
BUT THE TRUTH WILL ALWAYS BE
I AM DONE AND UNDONE
THERE'S NOTHING HOLDING ME.