There's a perturbation beneath the surface
An impulsive dilemma of wants and needs
It's a cognitive battle
Should I refrain, or should I feed?

The desires are instinctive
The hardwired cravings are insatiable inside
Change is like trying to outrun our own shadow
Or like separating the self, from the I
Kelly Hitchcock, Let it Be

The wheel of time churns the disowned dust,
settling on the desolate shore of deranged life,
in the tidal moments of dispersed perturbation
truth oscillates beyond clutch in chasm of chaos.

Within the destined flux of dismantling disorder
everything succumbs to change except change,
where the alchemy of accosted metamorphosis
creates the fantasy facade of transformation.
Subimal Sinha‐Roy, Melody Of Memory

Bolero, London Symphony Orchestra

O Mio Babbino Caro, Andre Rieu & Amira