In Hebetude

The universe dances
While we stumble on and on
Yearning, weeping, preaching
We've tried to cross over our cross
(Missteps are never over)

We have been part of a part of a whole
To which we have no touch at all
We chose not to listen the world's verse
We'd better decompose our own version
(Mismatches are never over)

You'd rather stay in hebetude
I'll be long gone
Timesick, forlorn
Watching it through the door
Wasting it to the core

The universe dances
While we crawl under the floor
(Missteps are never over)
Frail deeds, wasting needs
We have been always beneath the top

When my desire speaks no more
I'll be gone, long gone

Preaching faults and fallacies
It's a way to believe thus to be
Unsound stanzas must be sung
Though a unique verse exists
(Verses in echoes inside)

The universe dances
Once we danced as one
Entwined, delighted
By pristine tunes we have lost

In hebetude, we ought to be
Thus peace means some
As long as no time in

In hebetude, hope is not a sound
But it turns lower and lower
Expectations to specters
Dancing around and around

In hebetude, ideas lay bare
On a flat field
Rolling, twisting, sliding
They sooth the mean in me
Though "no" they mean