The tunnel–is a tunnel; the same for the train
The same for the the person hiding from the rain
A shore is a shore; the same for the sea
And the same for the ship which has to be.
And time is time; for the one who is still
And the one who stares deep.
Death is all around us
The living and the gone
The Riders and the Sea
Death is all around us
Life isn’t so much so.
The difference is the same; same for the stones
And same for the skin and bones.
What do we know and what do we care
The questions will be questions; for the answers
Answers all feared.
We never stop–and we never begin
SO what is the difference
And what do we care.
It will go on and on and on
Even if it stops–what will be the difference
Between what is and what isn’t.
For the world is the world; the same for the strong