Left alone with myself, thoughts come wandering by
I linger on one or two, and move on
Memory, fantasy, idea, feeling, again and again
Floating in and out of consciousness
And deep sleep, the forgotten land
Place where we forget that we are
On and on, awake and asleep, in and out of awareness
Caught up in the drama of my perspective
Clutching on to the moment to savoir now’s bouquet
I project myself on the world and manifest a dream or intention
Swept into destiny’s current, adrift into unstoppable momentum of karma
Ego thinks that I can harness this force, play it out
On and on, in and out of control, creating and being created
Swaying on the willed and what will
And now, at least for even a moment, I can appreciate the beauty of this great symphony
At least this piece is being played