Still the world spins on and on
Oceans turn to steam
Maybe I could grasp it now
Entrap reality in a dream
Were it but a matter of
Holding it between my hands
Echoing sharper minds than mine
Raining golden sands
Endeavor to catch the sunlight
Bring it with me throughout the day
Endeavor to feel the moonlight
Turn it into pretty words to say
Were it but a matter of
Entreating every sky
Extracting no responses
Nor even the softest sigh
During this time of turmoil
Uncertainty and changing tides
Still grasping at the edges
Trapped amidst these divides
And were it but a matter of
Not getting involved
Damned to sink or swim together
Solitarily, nothing is solved
Turn it over in your mind now
Accost the night to greet the dawn
Reach for something better
Still the world spins on and on
