If all is well 

why can't I 

see the end 

that stands nearby 

It waits there as 

a brooding monk 

not knowing where 

the sun has sunk 

Life is new 

while it's old 

what we see 

is not always so 

Where is the meaning 

where is the joy 

when all i see 

is cloaked in folds 

The light is hidden 

behind the clouds 

they block the light 

shrouding us in night 

where will i be 

when time has gone 

what will i do 

when i am no more 

will I fly 

as others do 

in the night 

what is flight 

that has no bounds 

is it here 

or all around 

do we fly within ourselves 

or do we fly out there instead 

who will teach me how to fly 

who will help me touch the sky 

will i reach it on my own 

i know not but the seeds are sown 

time will tell 

time will say 

what will become 

of me today 

i know not the future 

of what i behold 

for all i see 

is cloaked in gold 

my eyes are blinded 

with the shine 

and all i see 

is blind