It's that time of being
When nothing's in my hands
No thoughts listen to me
No dreams stand by my side.
It's that time of being
That all is well
Yet all is in shambles;
No thoughts listen to me.
It's that time of my being
That memories insist to stay,
The present begins to fade,
The past has begun to take shape...
It's that time of my being.
-Gauri
