What do we seek in time and space?
When we leave this world without a trace.
Our ashes might fly into the night sky,
Or dirt may lay on what was once called ‘me’.
Who I am right here means just the same as I was there,
I’m a mystery, an illusion, I’m filled with fantasy and confusion.
What I am to you I was something completely different to someone else.
Part of your thoughts and feelings made me who I am, and will make me who I was.
So why hang onto it all? Our memories, our emotions and our possessions,
Our opinions, our hates, and our lifelong obsessions?
They will not fly with us into the night sky,
Nor lay with us for eternity as this thing we call time passes us by.
Seek and you shall find,
Escape the walls put up by your mind.