The ship is slowly turning and I pause
I turn my head to look upon the waves that I have left behind
The ripples follow me still into the twilight
I dance among the stars in the brightest of brisk night skies
I witness my Self a short distance away, a brief moment ahead
This thing not that and yet all at once the same
I pause to wonder why I have turned and returned
I pause to notice who I am who has been left behind
Who I am who follows me closely and who I am who is that guide just ahead of my gaze
I light the torch of my innermost commitments and sigh as I realize
The cycle begins again and yet it never has come to an end
A twist and a turn on the mobius strip of light emanating through form
And I choose to weave and extend, to weave and extend, to weave and extend this to you!
I turn my head to look upon the waves that I have left behind
The ripples follow me still into the twilight
I dance among the stars in the brightest of brisk night skies
I witness my Self a short distance away, a brief moment ahead
This thing not that and yet all at once the same
I pause to wonder why I have turned and returned
I pause to notice who I am who has been left behind
Who I am who follows me closely and who I am who is that guide just ahead of my gaze
I light the torch of my innermost commitments and sigh as I realize
The cycle begins again and yet it never has come to an end
A twist and a turn on the mobius strip of light emanating through form
And I choose to weave and extend, to weave and extend, to weave and extend this to you!