simple song without purpose

and so, they say
move slowly in your slightest mood
avoid the threads avoid the knots
be straight in your eyes
when you find out love

and so, I say
I can be faster than my own voice
when I recognise love my eyes respond
there's no way that I might be mute,
that I might be deaf
and blind to love

but they insist that I stop searching
stop searching, stop searching
the path of love the voice of truth

And I resigned to my inner road
Has it already passed or not?
I haven't seen but threads and some knots too
Moving away like serpents of mud

One day I've seen some kind of rope
There was a nice tie and so bright
That I've pulled it too much inside
Too much inside, towards me

In the other side of the rope will I find you?
If I pull the rope... Will I find love?
Will I find truth?