Testo di On Existence

What measures truth? Is my life something I'll afford And I just have not yet figured out My tendons hurt as the paper gets matted with ink Now the right words are just on the brink I swear that they're testing my patience Run till my gut pumps inspiration And I think I might now have figured out Run till this rut feels insufficient To the voice on the wind: Are you real? Is it my intuition Are you still into it? Into this? Or have I been robbing myself? (Running away with the time) So I might just now have figured out I startle you When I'm dreaming I talk in my sleep Saying things that I'm not sure I mean I still believe in things that I can't see And I might just now have figured out that I'm just a vessel Energy flowing I'm just a vessel Energy flowing I'm just a vessel And I might now have it figured out