Lyrics

I'm going forward in a mobile bubble I am on my way to a blank page That's where the future is as yet novel It's coming towards me while I age I'm going forward in a mobile bubble And all the shapes I see they grow And I am greddy and I want to gobble All the details that come and go In a while the shapes will lose their substance And I will have to turn around to achieve distance I'm going backward in a mobile bubble I need binoculars to see the history And all the details they seem to huddle In to a lump I can't decide or even see In a while the spirit will retire And I will have to turn around to achieve desire