The thing that I want,
The way that I want,
Both are impossible.
But how can I stop wanting?
The urge to have, makes me mad!
The soul craves the impossible.
The world is ending,
People have become mad,
The cities are destroyed,
......
I think that I think.
Therefore, I think that I am.
If I didn’t think, I wouldn't be.
I’d be like a hive without a bee.
Empty.
an angel is reborn
without wings or horn
an angel is reborn.
a perfect child
with no memory of dawn
with no knowledge at all.
Stand in your own light—
even when the lamps go out.
Carry your silence like a lantern,
not as a burden,
but as a map.
The world will tell you
to wait for rescue,
to lean on borrowed fire.
......
The thing that I want,
The way that I want,
Both are impossible.
But how can I stop wanting?
The urge to have, makes me mad!
The soul craves the impossible.
The world is ending,
People have become mad,
The cities are destroyed,
......
Stand in your own light—
even when the lamps go out.
Carry your silence like a lantern,
not as a burden,
but as a map.
The world will tell you
to wait for rescue,
to lean on borrowed fire.
......
I think that I think.
Therefore, I think that I am.
If I didn’t think, I wouldn't be.
I’d be like a hive without a bee.
Empty.
an angel is reborn
without wings or horn
an angel is reborn.
a perfect child
with no memory of dawn
with no knowledge at all.