As the world passes by
My place in it stays
Wherever I go
My location’s the same
The illusion of movement
Gives meaning to space
But really, our world
Starts and ends at our face
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
As the world passes by
My place in it stays
Wherever I go
My location’s the same
The illusion of movement
Gives meaning to space
But really, our world
Starts and ends at our face