How far would you today go To find that you had been looking for It stares at you expectant Yet you pass by not knowing where
What shall illuminate, bright lights there Lost, clueless wanderers in the dark A tunnel deep excavated in their beings A depth in seclusion and bereft of share
A song not sung in unison A few yards to the vanity fair What is it then that propels you What grips you to this nonchalant sphere