I'm driving in a car along the M25
I'm driving in a car along the M25 on a tiny blue speck trapped in a moonbeam
I'm looking out the window
and up at the countless and indifferent stars
I'm barely a child really
The blue spec spins in a dark field
that began 15 billion years ago
I'm driving home from the studio where I've been making a record
I'm feeling what every person who makes a record probably feels
That I am making something of great significance and permanence
Even though in reality I know what I have committed myself to is of no real significance
and no real permanence
But I have something that the universe has not
Never has had
And will never have
Consciousness
My consciousness exists only at this given time
It has no past
and no future
But its present is bigger in magnitude than all the trillion stars and planets and galaxies