Going On

I'm looking inside for

The particles of my past

Putting all together

To compose a neat contrast

And now, in the middle

I have found what ever lasts

Blowing like spring air

Is the love which brings a blast

I feel my prior time

Like a pantomine

In which what is prime

Never comes again

Meanwhile your living

Is going on

Love I have discovered

In the core of human frame

Where all is always changing

Love is every time the same

It's the force of past

To give me impulse to win the game

At the end of my way

Love cleans all my harshest blames away

I feel my prior time

As if was a crime

In which I think I'm

Who feels and gives pain

Meanwhile your living

Is going on