He who sees without eyes,
he who’s earth and yet flies,
he who lives and yet dies,
who is he?
He who speaks without thought,
he whose theft is uncaught,
he who’s desperately sought,
who is he?
When the dreamtime comes to pass
we will be but one at last
there are swans all around me
but they are blind
or i am invisible
and i don't know which
i once found myself at a crossroads
i searched within myself
and like they love to say
i took the road less traveled
now i am at the end of the road
i say goodbye and yet i find myself thinking about you again
i think about you in the weeping willow
singing a song of emotions that i do not know
i wonder if given the opportunity
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