In the Prime of Your Life

Please don't wake me Cause I'm traveling To the past Leave me lying there As I'm entering My time machine And I will revive In long forgotten scenes Once the past was fiction Now it's becoming real What a beautiful garden On the hillside The house Lights are blinding me But my vision Is clear to see See you standing there And you beckon towards me Every sound and scent Seems to float up in the air And I will revive In long forgotten scenes Once the past was fiction Now it's becoming real And I will revive In long forgotten scenes (Your smile is shedding tears) In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of our life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life In the prime of your life What is dying? What is death? So far if one can see Death is the disappearance Of your central consciousness And you're vulnerability We get some apprehension Of what the disappearance of the Central consiousness during your sleep There's an entropy which we don't remember We blackout, we have amnesia Now we can think of death By extending that To go to sleep without waking up So that you have simply abandoned Completely your confidence Death is the surrender of all power The total give up Now of course, it says That's the end of you Well it depends what you mean by you If you insist that you are your ego And your particular castor of recognition Recollection That is the end of you If that's what you mean by "you" But as I was illustrating last night By the analogy of the Big Bang Where you throw the paint at the wall And it splatters all over the place And you can see there's one big blob And you are just a subset center Of it as anything on the outside You could see that, that's not the end of you You are this cosmic system Which feels itself Wherever there's an organization complex enough To have that sensation You feel that you are you In exact the same way I feel I am I 'Cause we are all participating in the same sense Of I, I'm We're really all the same one We're really all the same one We're really all the same one We're really all the same one