A mystery yet to be solved.
A philosophy yet to be learned.
I sit and contemplate the future,
I sit and contemplate the past.
We are the creatures of today and yesterday,
Molded like clay, carved like blocks of ice.
We are so fragile.
A mystery yet to be solved.
A philosophy yet to be learned.
I sit and contemplate the future,
I sit and contemplate the past.
We are the creatures of today and yesterday,
Molded like clay, carved like blocks of ice.
We are so fragile.