In a state of enchantment

A butterfly flies through the forest rain
And turns the wind into a hurricane
I know that it will happen
’cause I believe in the certainty of chance

A schoolboy yawns, sits back and hits return
While round the world computers crash and burn
I know that it will happen
’cause I believe in the certainty of chance

And I believe
I can see it all so clearly now
You must go and I must set you free
’cause only that will bring you back to me
I know that it will happen
Because I believe in the certainty of chance

Sometimes at night the darkness and silence weighs on me. peace frightens me. perhaps I fear it most of all. I feel it’s only a facade, hiding the face of hell. I think of what’s in store for my children tomorrow; the world will be wonderful, they say; but from whose viewpoint? we need to live in a state of suspended animation, like a work of art; in a state of enchantment... detached, detached.