Eglemo

Watching flowing things

Flowing cars

Flowing people

Flowing ice on the river

What's left of me?

I am just a feeling

That I don't know

There is almost nobody, almost

They're not listening

Their feeling is almost drone

But it's everywhere

Watching flying things

Turning things

Now it's gone

Silence on the other side

What's me?

I am just a feeling

That I don't know

That I cannot know

How do we sound strange

For the Chineeses

How do we sound strange

Like they sound strange to us