View from a Hill (This Never Ending Now)

fell myself falling to the ground
solitaryly silence there´s no sound
pick myself for up and look around
the colours and concepts that confound…, all around
you wait until your time comes round again
open my eyes and take the air
the fragance of children everyhere
slowly absorbed into my square
debating what in and isn’t there…, who cares?
you wait until your time comes round again