I’ve grown a million eyes,
To watch the present,
And live forever in the now.
I watch it all,
My day, my night,
A tireless big brother.
For every single thing,
That goes under the sun.
Must have some meaning,
For another.
I’m keeping now a record,
Of the facts.
That I myself forget,
For the next day,
It’s all anew.
The past,
Is obsolete.
Halfspoken 