When I sit perfectly fixed and perfectly still,
my mind is still walking and beating.
Can it be perfectly fixed and perfectly still?
I think I have finally found my devil, I know him.
He's walking and beating.
I'm not surprised at all.
But at least now I know.
At least now I know.
I know not to try very hard.
Don't think I'm ever more than half serious.
Even when I'm passionate it's unimpressive.