soon time will stop
before breaking into spring
i have a hiding place, that only time can bring

am i going out of my head or are you coming in?
shielded from early lights yet
i' m not coming out, its sucha mess

soon the break will spring,
in advance, reviving all blossoms within
bathing in timelessness, as spring marches

definitely going out of my head,
not longer guarded, as the lights come in
the ritual now begins, in my secret place

all is changing, high speed, here we go
leaving but arriving, emptying and fulfilling alike
numb in time, out of pace.. here we are, out of space