Here I am once more; my circle is done
And what's left in the middle of the weakened one?
My eyes are falling on the easy ground
My thoughts are noticed by the deeper sound
And why bother you at all
It seems what I had is gone
To the future untold, I go
Not taking more than I know
Through lines I have written; through wars in my head
I see the night fading but why can't I understand?
So I will move on now; I may drift for a while
The morning will pass me in its old-fashioned style
And why bother you at all
It seems what I had is gone
To the future untold, I go
Not taking more than I know