Around Time passes and i watch the wind blow, i touch the sound, only to hear the echo. i feel the cold, in this clear summer day, And i find that i am lost; though i know the way. In my brave stances i hold tightly to the fear, In the happiness i hold, i often shed a tear. In all my hope, i yell and then i scream, As i seek to show compassion, i scheme. i hold onto knowledge, and lose all the proof, i strive to remain visible and become aloof. There are no contradictions, nothing is true, i follow the directions, but forgotten what to do! In the eve of oblivion, i see the dawn of time, In the presence of longing, everything is mine. In the middle of silent death i hear a living sound i look into the empty void, and see life all “Around”!