The Fool On the Still

We’re born and we die and do it again
Always forgetting, where we’ve been
Following cycles, that never end
Do what you will, maybe you’ll see
The fool on the still, so happy and free
Hailing matter as king of it all
Until you have nothing, feeling the fall
Doing what’s right, hearing the call
Do what you will, maybe you’ll see
The fool on the still, so happy and free
With all of your friends and family too
Which boat are you in, many or few
Setting your course, to only what’s new
Do what you will, maybe you’ll see
The fool on the still, so happy and free
Throw out the clocks, break all the mirrors
Only the present, will ever be clear
Anything else, loaded with fear
Do what you will, maybe you’ll see
The fool on the still, so happy and free