The shape of minutes dissolves
When you're waiting


You start forgetting the goal
When you're waiting


Details start to emerge from the cracks
You focus your attention on the things you never looked at
You start to hear the sounds that you didn't know were there

As they're pulling you back to where you are

Conscious breathing evolves

When you're waiting
You start regaining control
When you're waiting


Details start to emerge from the cracks
You focus your attention on the things you never looked at

You start to hear the sounds that you didn't know were there
As they're pulling you back to where you are


Where you are there's nothing to plan and nothing to be done
Where you are there's nothing to remember and nothing to forget


Where you are the world you live in opens up before your battered senses
The metaphor slides away
You see things as they always were as though they're being born before your eyes

And you glimpse outside