Let the three elders who know the secrets to the three pence
Hearken to my call
Let them dash from three thousand miles
To answer my questions of life

It is your tercentenary
You’ve walked with the wisest of the wise
And dined with the most foolish of fools
With the wisdom of sages
And the folly of men
I demand answers

Why do I strive to live
When life is simply a road to death

I have sailed seven seas
Wandered across many miles

Yet death
It spares not the poor wretch
Nor accepts the bribe of the rich
The lazy perish
The agile fall
White, black, high, and low
Leaders and those who follow

Death
I know nothing about
Trying to comprehend, it goes up the spout

Why strive?
They say destiny has already been written

Que sera sera
They say what will be will be
Why these nasty dreams
just want to be me
Yet the more I try
The more I turn to me

I am a dreamer
But when shall this nightmare end

To the promised land
How do I get there

Tomorrow
What will you bring
I guess I’ll never know

Am I not who I am
When "I" tell "Myself" to do this
And "Myself" insists on another
Now "I" is mad at "We"
Me "Myself" and "I" have forgotten who "We" truly are

All I knew
I’m learning again
The long-earned goals
Washed away in the rain

The falling sky
Who will bear the pain?

That ravishing smile
When shall I see you again