Drifting

In the Air

Above a Cold Lake

Is a Soul

From an Early

Better Age

Grasping for

A Mystic Thought

In Vain... but Who's to Know

Further on Lies Eternal Search

For Theories to Lift the Gate

Only Locks Are Made Stronger

And More Keys Lost as Logic Fades

In the Pool of Dreams the Water Darkens

For the Soul That's Tired of Search

As Years Pass by

The Aura Drops

As Less and Less

Feelings Touch

Stupidity

Has Won too Much

The Hopeless Soul Keeps Mating