Perhaps there’s no future or past,
With time running all at once.
And all we really have,
Is now and this moment.
A recurring theme.
It is always our strange fascination with labels,
That causes us pain, it seems.
Perhaps there’s no future or past,
With time running all at once.
And all we really have,
Is now and this moment.
A recurring theme.
It is always our strange fascination with labels,
That causes us pain, it seems.
