Lyrics
Sitting where stillness is heard in phrases,
A momement that starts when endings settle in,
I stretch my thoughts to reveal a greater deal,
Words end where nothingness begins.
Feelings lose their important powers
At a time of sitting on cool stone
This bench my anchor, these woods my extension,
And sound without becomes my sound within.
Needless it is for my mind to wander,
I have traveled so far, but not so much,
The all of me spans what my sould can know,
The portions left behind so still thrive.
True wonderment is lost when all is known
And for that reason we, in agreement, forget
But given back are silent, perfect moments,
A reminder of what it is that is.
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