I used to think the earth was round,
but now I see it's not:
It's just the flatness of the ground
and greyness of the sky.

Once I thought that I was right.
How wrong I was indeed!
All that's left is one dark night
which echoes quiet by.

And from unseen what matters most?
I do not know or care.
Such abstractions cannot boast
any more than lies.