Once again I travel down through the years

Once again I travel down through the years. What is this eye that never sleeps? What is this fact that tears my mind? Ages of living, working, dying, like wheat swaying in the breeze. These lovely, painful cycles of existence, falling and rising. In my heart is the solidity of the pivot point rooted in a foundation of nothingness. Nothing is more impenetrable – nothing more solid, than nothing. I drift between life and love – between vision and the eye itself.