When Heraclitus was a young man
Playing asyq
By the temple of Artemis
He realized
That the world was made of
Everliving fire
He left his family back in Ephesus
And traveled by foot
To explore the world
While questioning himself
On his way
To eternal Truth
Panta rhei, panta rhei
Everything flows
He witnessed tension in apparent harmony
Of opposites
That are one indeed
And that in our need for security
We wish for constancy
In sight, in deed
Yet all things scatter and come together
Approach and then recede
So it is futile to hold on to the past
And this moment
Will not repeat
You can't step into the same river twice
Panta rhei, panta rhei
Everything flows