Things happened around you and you get absorbed.
It's only when there's a lull,
A space in time as it were,
A little gap that history comes at you,
Not that you're a merely history,
You are much more of course.
But the present occupies us constantly
And there is a limit on my space
The comprende and the cognito,
Don't help us to reach the level we might wish,
Not that you're a merely history,
You are much more of course.
Anyway I'm rambling because I had a couple of drinks,
[And] I'm writing to you in the glow of my screen,
And a lazy street light, the day is almost done
And the roots of the night are appearing.
It's fresh at the moment and I feel good,
I don't know entirely what I want to do.
Of course but I'm on my way.
I'm on the way.