I know nothing, yet everything is clear.
Our minds go far, our hearts seem near.
Our bodies exhaust, our spirits fade,
but not from the memory of yesterday.
And the dreams of a distant tomorrow,
which hang in the air—faint and hollow—
pass through all the cluttered minds,
but it is not something you’ll simply find.
Not in the future, nor in the past.
There is nothing that will ever last—
that is, unless you want it to.
You’ve the choice, but only you.
Don’t think, though, about tomorrow.
It will only bring you more sorrow.
And don’t think about the past,
or your time may run out too fast.