Reflections from Bordeaux
I've walked around for two hours
Now, in the public park of Bordeaux
And there is still time to waste
Time to reflect, i can afford now
There are others also reflecting in the park
Are they reflections of me?
The youths play games in the sunny parts
The old man alone, talking to himself in shadow
People coming in, flowing thru
Walking, jogging, riding bicycles,
lying on grass, lying on benches,
sitting on benches, sitting on grass
Using time constructively
Reflecting on our lives
Wasting time reluctantly
Perfecting our rhymes
Tomorrow i'll be back in Africa
Reflections still in the park, beyond tomorrow
Unpacking gifts of wine in South Africa
Reflecting on my time in Bordeaux
I've walked around for two hours
Now, in the public park of Bordeaux
And there is still time to waste
Time to reflect, i can afford now
There are others also reflecting in the park
Are they reflections of me?
The youths play games in the sunny parts
The old man alone, talking to himself in shadow
People coming in, flowing thru
Walking, jogging, riding bicycles,
lying on grass, lying on benches,
sitting on benches, sitting on grass
Using time constructively
Reflecting on our lives
Wasting time reluctantly
Perfecting our rhymes
Tomorrow i'll be back in Africa
Reflections still in the park, beyond tomorrow
Unpacking gifts of wine in South Africa
Reflecting on my time in Bordeaux
I'll wait in Cologne
When we are in touch
You fascinate and stimulate me
Our vibrations harmonize
I am bemused
Now we are apart
I dream of your face
And your hips in lace
May we be fused...
As soon as we reach
The point of return
After four months apart
In a place called Köln
When we are in touch
You fascinate and stimulate me
Our vibrations harmonize
I am bemused
Now we are apart
I dream of your face
And your hips in lace
May we be fused...
As soon as we reach
The point of return
After four months apart
In a place called Köln
The Mind is Like a Pond
The mind is like a pond
When you ponder on it
The pond becomes a mine
You may find treasure ore
Or you may have to dive deeper
The mind is like a pond
If you think about it
You could sink within it
If you keep on thinking
You might stop breathing
Dead, you may know the answer
The answer might be
That thought means naught
At the bottom of the pond
The mind is like a pond
Swim to and stand at the edges
The surface ripples might cease
Float to the surface: the treasure
A reflection one sees, or one's essence?
The mind is like a pond
When you ponder on it
The pond becomes a mine
You may find treasure ore
Or you may have to dive deeper
The mind is like a pond
If you think about it
You could sink within it
If you keep on thinking
You might stop breathing
Dead, you may know the answer
The answer might be
That thought means naught
At the bottom of the pond
The mind is like a pond
Swim to and stand at the edges
The surface ripples might cease
Float to the surface: the treasure
A reflection one sees, or one's essence?