I must be some use to somebody.   I mean, there must be a reason for me, right?      consider the probable reality that all time is simultaneous.      like fallen autumn leaves lying on the ground   I hate to think it's over   it's just that you were so young   and didn't seem to have a chance to make it good   the skies are grey with the loss of you   my heart sighs      it's in the way that I feel   it's in the way that I breath   it's in the way that I see for you      it's in the way I believe   you are my reprieve   I can't accept   it's over      like fallen autumn leaves   a morbid wind through barren trees   I hate to think, I hate to think   you were so young      You are the universal consciousness.   The pendulum must swim both ways   before it is brought to rest in the middle.   All limitations are self-imposed.   The mind has every potential and all knowledge      like fallen autumn leaves lying on the ground   I hate to think it's over      consider the probable reality that all time is simultaneous.   You are the universal consciousness,   at ease as your consciousness drifts more deeply   into the state of all that is.      and if love is a tide   then it's taking me down to the depths of despair