afloat in time

empty the soul empty the thinking mind
leave all you wish and all you might desire
there is no goal to which you could aspire

there's nothing here the questing heart to bind
no way to tell your difference from your sire
empty the soul empty the thinking mind

not much is left for trebling hand to find
not all sweet music comes from lute or lyre
not every signal kindles sacred fire
empty the soul empty the thinking mind