by Questions are asked here that we can't fathom,
Intuition that no one can even attempt to imagine.
What is this place, universe, time, and sorrow?
Where are the things we missed today, tomorrow?
What happened to us yesterday, tomorrow, last year, last night?
Are we dreaming, or did we die of fright?
Is this a waking, yet sleeping nightmare?
Is this a sorrow none of us can bear?
Questions that no one can answer normally,
Those of us who have decided to give up formally,
Will always ask those same questions over and over again,
But no one can answer us from the end back to begin.
Wondering nothing will get us nowhere,
Knowing everything will get us nowhere,
Where can we go now, but up or down?
Do we go left, right, north, or south?
No one knows the way to their real home
Everyone knows the way to the storm,
But not everyone can get their alive,
So what do we do? We dream and die.
Intuition that no one can even attempt to imagine.
What is this place, universe, time, and sorrow?
Where are the things we missed today, tomorrow?
What happened to us yesterday, tomorrow, last year, last night?
Are we dreaming, or did we die of fright?
Is this a waking, yet sleeping nightmare?
Is this a sorrow none of us can bear?
Questions that no one can answer normally,
Those of us who have decided to give up formally,
Will always ask those same questions over and over again,
But no one can answer us from the end back to begin.
Wondering nothing will get us nowhere,
Knowing everything will get us nowhere,
Where can we go now, but up or down?
Do we go left, right, north, or south?
No one knows the way to their real home
Everyone knows the way to the storm,
But not everyone can get their alive,
So what do we do? We dream and die.
