Turning the page, write to cease new ideas

Thoughts - all duly recorded

Maybe someday, all the rhymes, given time

Would get justly rewarded



So long ago, you don't even know how it started

So there you go

Stashing the sketches and drafts of what has become an



Encyclopedia of all the things you've done

Expect the media to bother when you're gone



Hours and hours of sacrifice, no compromise

Forced as if under orders

Planning to take land sea and skies, but can't decide

When to cross the borders



Encyclopedia of all there is to know

Encyclopedia - but what is there to show



The piles just seem to grow

Is this ambitions one man show

There's only one man watching you, John Doe

He's both on stage and in the front row



Encyclopedia - your one and only friend

Encyclopedia - will pay off in the end



Turning around, the objective of the way you lived

Hypothetical fortune, suddenly found

You're at the gate - it's too late

Psychological torture



So long ago, since you should have put it all out there

So now you go

Leaving for us to discover the paths you have tread



Encyclopedia - all written by his hand

Encyclopedia - will we ever understand



Now he will never know

Swept away by the undertow

The world is listening now, John Doe

Come back and reap what you have sown