The number of the factors, which takes place in the brief, or hides in invisible, extended processes revealed, in the present or absent, as uncertain hints of what might... (be) By searching, and over time, you've found what is perfect, but that, exists only in the short, precise but, irregular periods, that easily escapes one. Knowing this. Life seems short. And the whole time. You can feel it... Reaching... (Reaching out. Touching. Plucks your strings. Plays something, beautiful you can almost hear.) From the reaches
Time's of the essence. Vital, the presence. Where, but the essential is when
The weight of the knowledge The worm in your belly A whole life can pass by without. (Without, without)
Through your sustained, analyzing gaze, and, through, your, half unconscious presence. The loud and the clear and the whispers. Together, reveal, the truth.
Reaching... (Reaching out. Touching. Plucks your strings. Plays something beautiful you can almost hear.) From the reaches
Time's of the essence. Vital, the presence. Where, but the essential is when
The weight of the knowledge The worm in your belly A whole life can pass by without. (Without, without)