Swimming
Towards the edge of time
There is
This question of mine
I ask
When the light is low
Will I wake up
And continue to swim
To find
The light again
I do it
All in my mind
And I wait
For that question of mine
To raise
Itself to me
Like a fish
Without a dream
Time
Is always turned around
Time
Is always turned around
Time
Is always turned around
Time
Is always turned around