As through a glass darkly you seek yourself,
But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil.
basket of eggs may you count your days.
Though your gut lies filled, only shells remain. 
I can tell you've been drinking by the scent of your breath. 
Another little sip, a bit deeper in debt. 
You can rest your head in your wrinkled hands. 
But when you awake, you're in another land. 
In fields of green rolling on endlessly 
You find a fallen nest where there is no tree. 
Mark the brown furred hound tied to the mandrake root.
Dare you carve a face in that virtue food? 
I can tell what you're thinking. I see it everyday. 
I'll help you with your coat, see you on your way.
Sure you want to go walking on a night like this? 
Look, there goes another one now. One day I swear they will not miss. 
As through a glass darkly you seek yourself,
But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil.
basket of eggs may you count your days.
Though your gut lies filled, only shells remain.