Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Contemplations Along the Way, artist - Crimson Moonlight. Album song Veil of Remembrance, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: Rivel
Song language: English
Contemplations Along the Way |
I can see all there is to see |
but I’m blind to my fate, |
to what may come. |
I think I’m awake |
but stealing upon me like the frost in the night |
I neither see nor notice the moment when it comes |
Light is what I look for. |
I want to be conscious, |
aware of what happens now |
and what happened then. |
You feel like a bewildered entomologist |
who now and then encounters true and original experiences, |
but many times discovers that it has all been false. |
Who lays down the rules? |
My knowledge points at the Self, |
so it isn’t strange at all that you think you know |
and mistrust your experiences at the same time |
when later you get it in perspective and are able to investigate. |
But I must put the question: |
Is this true? |
To what degree are you and I affected by everything around? |
To get a clear picture of yourself |
you must of course have others |
who can bandy back your ideas to you, |
make contradictions and attack you from angles |
you didn’t know existed. |
But I ask myself the question if there was none |
with any other opinions than yours |
would you say you could be awake then? |
You wouldn’t see the whole world |
nor be aware of anything beside yourself, |
but that would naturally seem the total reality. |
This way of thought might veil over the truth |
and make you blind. |
You ask maybe where in the world you are and what you do, |
but to discuss the question with yourself |
might reveal which way you took and which you didn’t choose. |
Best of all would be to find the keys to the treasury of wisdom, |
but would that make life better??? |
All your experiences of life tell you |
that each man wherever he is has his own worries to fight. |
The keys to the treasury of wisdom |
will never be found, because it would mean |
you would become totally enlighted, lonely |
and independent of everybody. |
So what would then be the meaning of life? |
When life is the one and only thing we own |
and once again the questions asked |
create more questions still. |
Maybe all the answers will come |
when we have left this earth and enter |
what is there beoynd. |
That will probably be experienced |
as different as we are different from one another |
and due to who and when it happens. |
But the answer to the questions must be waiting for you there, |
for if there are no answers |
how is it possible that we should puzzle over them here? |