WTFKistan - Sitting in the sun

Why can't my right hand hold the air
It must be losing life
And on the balcony sun spins through the sky

Now I'll never mention wellsprings
For better or for worse
But light recedes from the trees below

I've piled certainties beside me
Tossed probabilities down below
And close myself completely
And close myself

Oh foolish disciples near and far
Oh basket carries water from cloud to cloud
Carry on your conversation
And don't block out my sun
Carry on your conversation
And don't block out my sun

I've piled certainties beside me
Tossed probabilities down below
And close myself completely
And close myself