I used to be a near-on champagne socialist
Now I am almost a champagne Buddhist
No commitment then, back then
No commitment also, here and now
Would it change our memories
If summer was one day long
If summer enchanted us
With its beauty all day long
The same for autumn, winter, or spring
If we fully tasted that one day
If we could cast it wilfully
Into our one day of consciousness
I used to be in the woods
Or on the beach
Yet now, for many reasons
I am in my mind
