Each seems to push ahead
Just a little here and a little there though
They are all like the ones in my head
But sometimes when the wind is right
And when I get little mirrors for eyes
Sitting on top of the Yogi rocks
The sea inside looks at the sea outside
One wave at a time,
And one thought in my mind
Fifty,ninety till I lose the count
And also everything that I left behind..
Fresh air, bright sunshine
And my breath gives me a high tide
Then there is no sea behind my eyes
The sea outside becomes the sea inside!
