Ripples on the Water

Some have hit the bottom,
And some don’t even care
Pitied, but tomorrow forgotten
As if never were and never begotten.

Some have risen up
And never to us return,
But they smile down upon us
Through the eyes of our memories

The cold dawn of a new day assaults us, let it come
Everything remaining in this universe
Everything revolving in this universe
Will return back to us, like circles that ripple in the water

Nothing ever disappears without a trace
Nothing ever disappears without a trace
Some kind of random course
Predestined fatal sort
We’re together inside of this spiral
Of obtaining and losing and finding
And what remains of us
Cities of frozen ice
Simply wait til the climate is warmer
No regrets, not a breath filled with sorrow

The revelatory moment, secrets, enimga
The hand of god, uniting joy and terror
So many times I tried, but now
My stone flies into the water and always in the circles’s center
Tried to throw it from the south, from the west and twilight,
In the morning, from different directions, varying types of stones,
With another hand, skipping it as I jump, blindly... some sort of trap
No matter what, always the center of the circle... year after year...