I gave myself a name,
I gathered all my days,
Memories became my shelter,
And I called that shelter me.

I held on to experience,
To everything I’d known,
Thought kept building little houses
So it wouldn’t stand alone.

[Pre-Chorus]

Always moving, always seeking,
Something certain, something still.
But can thought ever find security
In the stories that it builds?

[Chorus]

Have I seen it?
Have I seen it?
Not tomorrow, not someday.

Have I seen the fear I’m carrying
Without pushing it away?

No becoming,
No escaping,
No ideal I have to meet.

Can I look at what is here now
And see it completely?

[Verse 2]

I say, “One day I’ll be kinder.”
“One day I’ll be free.”
“Give me time to change the person
I have discovered me to be.”

Five more years of meditation,
One more teacher, one more way.
But if I see my anger clearly,
Why must seeing wait a day?

[Pre-Chorus]

I need shelter for the body,
I need water, food and ground.
But the mind demands a shelter
Where no shelter can be found.

[Chorus]

Have I seen it?
Have I seen it?
All the loneliness and fear?

Not condemning, not defending,
Just completely seeing here.

No becoming,
No escaping,
No tomorrow I must reach.

Can I look without the thinker
Turning everything to speech?

[Bridge — music becomes sparse]

Don’t tell me what I should be.

Let me see what I am.

The envy.
The fear.
The loneliness.
The anger.

Don’t name it beautiful.
Don’t name it ugly.

Just—

look.

What happens when thought
doesn’t run away?

[Final Chorus — building]

Have I seen it?
Have I seen it?
Not the person I might be.

Not the image I’ve constructed,
But what’s moving now in me.

No becoming,
No postponing,
Nothing waiting down the line.

Maybe transformation isn’t tomorrow.

Maybe seeing—

is the action now.

[Outro — almost whispered]

Have I seen it?

Have I seen it?

Or have I only thought…

that I have?