I must be some use to somebody.nI mean, there must be a reason for me, right?nnconsider the probable reality that all time is simultaneous.nnlike fallen autumn leaves lying on the groundnI hate to think it's overnit's just that you were so youngnand didn't seem to have a chance to make it goodnthe skies are grey with the loss of younmy heart sighsnnit's in the way that I feelnit's in the way that I breathnit's in the way that I see for younnit's in the way I believenyou are my reprievenI can't acceptnit's overnnlike fallen autumn leavesna morbid wind through barren treesnI hate to think, I hate to thinknyou were so youngnnYou are the universal consciousness.nThe pendulum must swim both waysnbefore it is brought to rest in the middle.nAll limitations are self-imposed.nThe mind has every potential and all knowledgennlike fallen autumn leaves lying on the groundnI hate to think it's overnnconsider the probable reality that all time is simultaneous.nYou are the universal consciousness,nat ease as your consciousness drifts more deeplyninto the state of all that is.nnand if love is a tidenthen it's taking me down to the depths of despair