"What I have felt has no given name
Partially still, partially insane
Waves of the unknown pull me under
I have dealt with wind, fire and thunder

What I have felt has no domain
It beats my heart and feeds my brain
You might think quite primitive
It derives from the plus and negative

What I have felt I cannot disdain
It grips me, it frees me but it's not in vain
It may have come from the ancient times
A bell, for me, really noisily chimes

What I have felt does not give me fame
If you live for it, you are clumsy and lame
It is useless to be in our private hell
'Cause what Fate may come only Time can tell"