Mmm… mmm…. mmm.. Night Turbulent waters, black current swirls, merry-go-round Still, struggling with silence. Lust, love, and violence morphed into sound. Sitting beside you, Quietly breathing, under the old tree, looking inside. Gone— the tree never was there, a trick of the mind, glorious guide Round and round it goes, and when you meet someone who knows that there’s no end and no beginning to this form, these hands, these eyes, this bond that takes you through these never-ending cycles of illusions, life and death, and you and I keep going, on and on and on and on and… Mmm… mmm… mmm