My eyeballs rolling down the mountains,
Falling like pebbles in the lake,
Splashing out my furious presence
Finally sinking in the grace…
I’m in the song that the wind sings
Between the ticks of the old clock
I’m in the letters that I draw
Hearing the drops of falling rain!
I smell the flowers I pass by,
I laugh the laughter that a joke brings
And if I ever have to cry,
I shed my tears while I sing.