I watch the march of patterns 
Then decide to be true
Because there is no doubt
That they are judging you 
But sometimes I don’t care
I just go with the flow
Because there are things about me 
That the people just don’t know
And there is conversation
There are adjacent slides
There is love and loss
And there is something that abides
In the snow and winter
In the summer time
In my days of sadness
That somehow made me rhyme
But little did I know 
That the magnificent prose
Would be found in Ireland
Down less travelled roads
And I mourned the death
Of those who have gone before
I mourned my own body
And I mourned you, mo stór
Because everything dies
Everything fades away
The world you think you know
Will one day no longer play
Like a screen before your eyes
Like a paper drawn upon
You look with your consciousness 
On that which will be gone
But there’s something that won’t break
Something that will not drown
And they talk about it quietly
When you come to town
And I see it in your eyes
When they get that glow
And though you may be far away
I can see you know
So I don’t worry anymore
About the fate you tempt
I don’t fear the death that threatens 
Because soul is exempt 
From anything that tortures
Anything that burns away
I looked for the permanent 
And I found it could not stay