I asked a wise man questions once
He answered 'I don't know
'Well then, who does?, I shot back
He dismissed me to go
up onto some mountainside
where cold and shrill winds blow
sure I might gain knowledge there
at the cost of sorrow

Insight to the ways of nature, life and death and time
Mastery over creation's intricate designs
Power to fell tallest trees or move clouds in the sky
But even on the summit, I'd feel low without love's high