If I had ever known
life would go this way
There might not be
any reason to hold it so hard
The truths are hidden, not known
and no one's going to tell
in advance so
we can live it on in ignorance
The rest of the clock is laid like
thousands of presents well-wrapped
Sometimes I'm just full of pleasure
willingly untie the ribbons
But what comes out are gifts never asked
worked, or longed for
All I can do is to be grateful or to grant
The night comes by and
I've got to turn off the light again
It seems to be a ritual for the
day to put the present to sleep