A flake in the december snow The wind of truth freezing the boughs of life It takes more for the elm to flicker I feel relativity while they try to modelize the universe
I saw the tree through the window of history But not the forest all around
I limp in a logical cage Hang on my deepest thoughts Cloistered in my habits My heat plastered with mud of pride
I saw the tree through the window of history But not the forest all around