Everything is how it should be,
the sky, the land, the sea…
Every moment that is perceived,
and those we cannot feel, sense or see…
Whether nature, whether nurture,
It all boils down to me…
Of this chapter, of this reality,
I am the sole master, at least to some degree.
Let it be known, let it be sung,
There’s nothing new under the sun,
It’s all be said, it’s all been seen,
it’s all be done before…
Yet I am here, and I am now,
Trying to make some sense of it all some how…
Gian Carlo 