The shape of minutes dissolves
When you’re waiting
You start forgetting the goal
When you’re waiting
Details start to emerge from the cracks
You focus your attention on the things you never looked at
You start to hear the sounds that you didn’t know were there
As they’re pulling you back to where you are
Conscious breathing evolves
When you’re waiting
You start regaining control
When you’re waiting
Details start to emerge from the cracks
You focus your attention on the things you never looked at
You start to hear the sounds that you didn’t know were there
As they’re pulling you back to where you are
Where you are there’s nothing to plan and nothing to be done
Where you are there’s nothing to remember and nothing to forget
Where you are the world you live in opens up before your battered senses
The metaphor slides away
You see things as they always were as though they’re being born before your eyes
And you glimpse outside