When you were young did you spin til you were dizzy and
Touching your tongue to the experience
Did you wind up tangled in a great mess
Hoping for a break?
Or was it all just empty words and incense
The mountain come and gone like in zen
And did it make you more compassionate
Sitting there alone?
I don't have the answer
I don't know the way
I put my feet in my shoes
And walk a little every day
I don't fear tomorrow
I'm not ashamed to love
Most days I look around me
And think the universe is enough - today
If I get old I will spin til I am dizzy and
Touching the cold end of experience
Untangle every kind of great mess
Not waiting for breaks
I never needed empty words and incense
The mountain doesn't need to make sense
I find the will to be compassionate
Spinning all around
I don't have the answer
I don't know the way
I put my feet in my shoes
And walk a little every day
I don't fear tomorrow
I'm not ashamed to love
Most days I look around me
And think the universe is enough - today