I fly like the light through the void
Through emptiness
All, all you can see
Is my work, there's nothing less
I am everywhere and nowhere
I am, I was, I'll be there
I am within and without you
But you close your eyes, you stop your ears
You put your head into the sand
You still hold on to your flesh
You are looking pass the truth
There's no revealing me I can't be unfurled
I am somewhere in your mind
I'm the child with many names
I am many still but one
I'm beyond but yet inside your
World - that is like it is
Otherwise it wouldn't be at all
Come - come take my hand
Where I call you'll have to go
Collecting information you're part of the sensation
You will join my flight through
Universe
But you close your eyes, you stop your ears
You put your head into the sand
You still hold on to your flesh
You are looking pass the truth
There's no revealing me I can't be unfurled
I am somewhere in your mind
I'm the child with many names
I am many still but one
I'm beyond but yet
Inside
Your World . . . .
There's a lonely wanderer
He's been walking many miles
The moos has always beamed its light
Upon his foggy face
He can tell you a tale of life through his eyes
Bound to walk through all human ties
Everyone's been on the ship sailing the sea of time
We move towards what's yet to come
And from what's used to be
Constantly the world is changing, no matter where
You look
Still there's things we can't perceive and cannot see
Centuries are turning - Generations changing
The earth shifts face as well as I
There's even change among the stars
We dream of being someone else
Wore beautiful and wiser
Yet keeping our integrity, our inner personality
I want my soul to remain
Eternal life
Let my thoughts be the same
Change my body, yes come change my face
Change my flesh into some unknown form
But keep my mind so I can sense the world
Beyond the Realms of Death I see the world
Hear the world . . . sense the world
And I know the smell, know the taste
Knowing love Still!
Stones, flowers and trees
And the wise fountain of life
Can you tell a tale of long ago
How people in the evening glow
Were making vows of life and love
I was the one who first solved the cube of Rubick
Then came a second and the third
Would do the trick
All the ones that followed could easily twist
Filling up the common mind, now everybody know
Everywhere there's street talk
Rumors going 'round
From neighbor to neighbor
Woman to man
Someone or something watch and hears it all
Then puts it in its memory
Fashion comes and goes, I say not the way
It's in the air, it's everywhere, it's even in your drink
One is all and all is one and there is no denying
Capitalize on all our deeds makes the world go 'round
Everywhere there's street talk
Rumors going 'round
From neighbor to neighbor
Woman to man
Someone or something watch and hears it all
Then puts it in its memory
I'm moving on upon
The soil of this earth
Watching wanders and miracles
The world was created The day I was born
And it ends the same day that I die
I'm writing songs
That's coming to life
Only when someone is listening
Letters and signs
Printed in black and white
Are born when you open the book
We think we're designed to sense it all
Every sight and every sound
We strongly believe we can understand
In fact we've got a view
A view from nowhere . . .
Brought by the future
Are many paths
Revealed only when you behold
Appearance of truth can sometimes cheat
Truth can contain many sides
The signs of our lives
Will eventually fade
Buried for the future man
He will search in the soil, he will search in our graves
Inventing our story someday . . .
I heard a knock on my door
And I knew I heard it before
There was no one outside
I could see his footprints in the snow
And the wind was blowing, clouds were chasing
And the moon was shining down
Upon the wanderer, upon his endless roads
Like the restless moon above
Condemned to drift upon the sky
Through poems and reality
When I looked inside through the window pane
I could see him inside my room
He was writing songs and many too
Or was it him or was it me
In that I turned around and moved
Along . . . . . .
