We scaled the face of reason

To find at least one sign

That could reveal the true dimensions

Of life lest we forget



And maybe it's easier to withdraw from life

With all of it's misery and wretched lies

Away from harm



We lay by cool still waters

And gazed into the sun

And like the moth's great imperfection

Succumbed to her fatal charm



Any maybe it's 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 one's own end

Will this crooked path ever cease to end


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