In the desert, in a distance

Is a woman who prays

She is finished with the image

She has changed her face

Bows her head down to the ground

She is waiting, weary

bows her head down to the ground

And then she disappears



This is not about the word

There are many words

This is just about- real

When there are many things to one



I don't think I've ever learned this

Nobody ever taught me- real

When there is nothing but: now



In the desert, in a distance,

Is a man who prays

He is finished with the image

He has changed his face

Bows his head down to the ground

He is waiting unconcerned

Lifts his head up to the sky

And so he will remain



This is not about men

There are many men

This is just about- real

When there are many things to one



I don't think I've ever learned this

Nobody ever taught me- real

When there is nothing but: now

This is not about the word

There are many words

This is just about- real

When there are many things to one

I don't think I've ever learned this

Nobody ever taught me- real

When there is nothing but: now (the future is now)

When there is nothing but: now (the future is now)

When there is nothing but: now.