I must be some use to somebody. I mean, there must be a reason for me, right? consider the probable reality that all time is simultaneous. like fallen autumn leaves lying on the ground I hate to think it's over it's just that you were so young and didn't seem to have a chance to make it good the skies are grey with the loss of you my heart sighs it's in the way that I feel it's in the way that I breath it's in the way that I see for you it's in the way I believe you are my reprieve I can't accept it's over like fallen autumn leaves a morbid wind through barren trees I hate to think, I hate to think you were so young You are the universal consciousness. The pendulum must swim both ways before it is brought to rest in the middle. All limitations are self-imposed. The mind has every potential and all knowledge like fallen autumn leaves lying on the ground I hate to think it's over consider the probable reality that all time is simultaneous. You are the universal consciousness, at ease as your consciousness drifts more deeply into the state of all that is. and if love is a tide