Many times I sit and think
About what goes on about me,
Sensing the scents,
The sights and sounds,
The tastes and textures,
Constantly around.
I see myself to be within it,
And wish to be without it.
Many times I sit and think
About what goes on about me,
Sensing the scents,
The sights and sounds,
The tastes and textures,
Constantly around.
I see myself to be within it,
And wish to be without it.