Reflecting on what's been

Though past will be future

When again yesterday to be made For me, hazy times fume all around

Burning grass in a field of endless supplies

Tall people casting shadows on the short

Little people running circles round the wide Lazy times waste it well

What better to do with my mind

Crazy times no rhythm too hard

Deep corners and people with my time Overground in joy, in clouds sunlit

Snow untouched make pure silhouette

Catches steam, grass and dew

Rays not harm the upward gaze Hosts bring out a game

Of open fields on the box

Watch the guests who

Bring the heat on the outside [Incomprehensible] of faith for boundaries to fight

The young so wise before their time

My time, your time, all time

My time, your time, all time Overground in joy, in clouds sunlit

Snow untouched make pure silhouette

Catches steam, grass and dew

Rays not harm the upward gaze Rhythm to your right

Round the other side

The expression outside

And poetry inside Pleasure to your touch

Taste of heaven on your mind

And colors before your very eyes