We scale 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?