A long winding road runs along here
Continuing on and on, seemingly forever
Time is the only thing that moves, quietly onward
On the way to becoming an adult, I gave up
Deep inside my heart
I found many mirrors, reflecting
Meeting you fills me with joy
Meeting you leaves me with a heavy heart
But it’s the joy that hurts me more
Because there, within my heart, there still lies a hollow stone
Born into this this world for the sole purpose of living and existing
Is there a meaning other than that?
And what may that be? Love, perhaps…
I turn my eyes to a torn poster lying on the edge of the road
“Love is here, and god is inside you…” and then I can no longer make out the words
Beyond the universe, at the end of your soul
From this flesh a reverberation is born and struggles to reach you
It resonates, extending and surpassing the meaning of words
What hurts more that the pain of seeing you
The joys of meeting you
Is this hollow stone hidden yet in my heart