There is a time of every daynBetween caffeine and daydreamsnWhen all I see is lovelinessnWhen all I feel is lovelinessnI grasp it candidlynnFor one moment it's realnAnd I know it's fleetingnFor one moment it's realnAnd I know it's fadingnnApathy, a silent thiefnSeizes thoughts and leaves menFeeling tragic hopelessnessnOverwhelming hopelessnessnA callous entitynnThen one moment returnsnAnd it lingers brieflynBut this moment feels so realnIt's penetratingnThe malaise of life is threatened by what could benn(From Stanley Kunitz Poem Touch Me)nAnd like a child againnMarveled to hear so clearnAnd brave a music pournFrom such a small machine.nWhat makes the engine go?nDesire, desire, desire.nnWhen all I see is lovelinessnWhen all I feel is lovelinessnI grasp it candidlynFor one moment it's realnAnd you think I'm naivenAnd I'm wondering my dearnIs that what you really believe?nnWell I'm convincednThat one momentnCan cradle a lifetimenAnd I believe it all must be for lovelinessnThe loveliness...