We scaled the face of reason
To find at least one sign
That could reveal the [bad word] dimensions
Of life lest we forget

And maybe its easier to withdraw from life
With all of its misery and wretched lies
Away from harm

We lay by cool still waters
And gazed into the sun
And like the moths great imperfection
Succumbed to her fatal charm

And maybe its me who dreams unrequited love
The victim of fools who watch and stand in line
Away from harm

In our vain pursuit of life for ones own end
Will this crooked path ever cease to end