This is my nothing time
Tired of always being told what time
Don't follow too close behind
the one that walks before you
There are the insect times,
everybody pushing toward
the front from behind
That's when you realize
they're only acting civilized
You can talk to me if there's anything you need
This belongs to everything that breathes
Are you breathing?
Some call them silent times
but the sound that nothing makes is almost deafening at times
If you want to keep your mind
you'll give yourself your nothing time
So this is your state of mind
It's obviously something dissimilar to mine
Maybe it's I who's blind,
The one that thinks he walks before you