A flake in the december snow
The wind of truth freezing the boughs of life
It takes more for the elm to flicker
I feel relativity while they try to modelize the universe
I saw the tree through the window of history
But not the forest all around
I limp in a logical cage
Hang on my deepest thoughts
Cloistered in my habits
My heat plastered with mud of pride
I saw the tree through the window of history
But not the forest all around
The wind of truth freezing the boughs of life
It takes more for the elm to flicker
I feel relativity while they try to modelize the universe
I saw the tree through the window of history
But not the forest all around
I limp in a logical cage
Hang on my deepest thoughts
Cloistered in my habits
My heat plastered with mud of pride
I saw the tree through the window of history
But not the forest all around