Supposing, too much to a**ume Saying nothing but speaking volumns Silence broken with shattering sounds Books for no one, where are they bound I can see the blind who are leading the blind Always somewhere somebody's leaving behind Tiny traces, evidence for us to find Just a moment only an outline No substance, no shred of belief
Sweeping seconds and the smoke from burning leaves Suddenly they're carried away Written on, written off and tossed away I can hear the words that are spoken to me From a void of invisibility What they say is all they are trying to mean What is left is all that remains to be seen