Tomorrow I was nothing, yesterday I’ll be.
Time has footed me into thinking it’s a part of me.
Nothing in this room but empty space.
No me, no world, no mind, no face.Touch the fingers of my hand and tell me if it’s me.
Holding on and on to love, what else is real.
A religion that appeals to me, oh.
I believe in me.I’m willing to go on but not alone, not now.
I’m so aware of everything.
K’s Choice (from “Cocoon Crash“)
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