Ideas are ethereal,
hardly even there...

Well I guess I'm trying to say,
well that is to say...

There is a soft moon o'er head;
its quiet light is distilling...

I will be gone soon,
But until then...

I hope they aren't right but I am not sure
It always seems like they are right...

In my eyes,
In my soul...

They bother me,
All those intellectuals...

My heart still warms
When I think of long ago...

Head full of winnings,
heart full of gain...

The tick tock
tock tock...

I walked down a sun-lit path
and came upon a lone tree...

My mind is
numb...