I alone experience ‘me’.
Yet, I am all of that which has passed.
To say,
This is my life
Would be as if a ship
Were but a mast.
A transcendant past,
Scattered with glass.
In reflection,
All that remains,
Glitters.
I alone experience ‘me’.
Yet, I am all of that which has passed.
To say,
This is my life
Would be as if a ship
Were but a mast.
A transcendant past,
Scattered with glass.
In reflection,
All that remains,
Glitters.