Broken Glass

Where are you running?
It s right here,
Can’t escape it
Never knew future or past

Where are you running?
To a future thought?
To a distant pleasure?
Or a memory in the past?

You can't escape it
You never knew but now
Past and future are illusions
That don't last

Now, My friend...
Now,
You will always be here
We will always be here
When there and then become one
Future and past

Don't worry about your broken glass
Nothing last
Because... the glass...
Was meant to last