I hear violins.
You have work to do. You have work to do.
Little big voices tell me so. There’s a rythem.
There’s a rythem.
See the thread as it floats on by. We will never be here again.
never be here again.
And everything I’m saying isn’t really anything.
But you have to LISTEN.
I am everywhere and nowhere. Everywhere and nowhere.
The little boys are cutting down the trees.
It’s almost too late. Grab the thread before it