In my pain, in my panic
I ran too far, or was I thrown?
Just can't get up, can't find my way back
to where I was, and the peace I had known.
All my past is previous lives,
all now changed beyond repair.
How to go on with awful awareness
that what I thought solid was solid as air.
What if I should loose my mind
like an arrow from a bow;
what place would it come to rest in,
how far would it fall or go?
What if I start talking hard,
saying nothing really matters.
If life's so cheap of someone you love,
what is constant? Everything shatters.
What if I scorned all claims of purpose,
seeing through all sorry games,
like working, thinking, eating, marrying,
giving, taking, what remains?