The Flower Called Nowhere

All the small boats on the water Aren't going anywhere Surely they must be loaded with More than simple matter Floating on top and gracefully Tending to the same pole All the small boats on the water Going nowhere (Is it true that none of them) Will ever break free and sail? Feel the night is made of rocks The stagnant mass (Is it true that none of them) Will ever break free and sail? Break free from the stagnant things Left in obscurity Left in obscurity All the faces with their eyes closed Giving a smile (weightless) Like a body that would vacate To its own light (Is it true that none of these) Contented happy faces Will not ever hear a cry Won't hear a cry? (Is it true that none of these) Contented happy faces Will not ever hear a cry? Filled with love not with de-sire Love not desire La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la All the small boats on the water Aren't going anywhere Surely they must be loaded with More than simple matter Floating on top and gracefully Tending to the same pole All the small boats on the water Going nowhere (Is it true that none of them) Will ever break free and sail? Break free from the stagnant things Left in obscurity La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la