the torrent is sweeping me out to the vast horizon
unfortunately plain to see through the shrouded distance
and when and when it comes to what it will i know what course to take?
and when we grind to a halt, I'll hold on to no mistakes
keep on searching for clarity, or honesty, or something worth remembering.
keep on finding what I am not trying to seek - anything and everything.
dried up, then soaked all again, this cycle's only resolved
to repeat itself until all I can hear are the sobs.
not acting quickly enough, tell me what I didn't know.
It is a shame that all your surprises have gotten dull.