I ran through the near dead fields
Turned my face to look at the approaching sun
Saw a friend up ahead who'd taken the lead
Man, I remember how that ****** could run

He saw my eyes then glanced away
Running with hastier speed up ahead
I lurched my back, holding a minute to stay
Then pushed my corpse forward like pencil lead

Crashing gulls flicked their beaks skyward
Waves soared worriedly & quietly
I put down my pack, scanning the horizon skyward
Searching for a message that lay discretely

The God's had planned this place with no certain goal
An experiment made from the cauldrons of the unknown
A transparent figure dances with smooth dead marble
The echo of my voice becomes a fond youthful warble

Tell the cities, the farms, the outhouses, and all of nature
That the beauty that lay there is all we need
Money is nothing but a cat n' mouse in the pasture
The grinning Devil's heavy hearted plead

He reached the peak of the mountain
He sat there high & proud, taking out his fountain
Eyes meeting he stepped off, a note left, away from me forever
He was always stubborn, always so ****** clever