Here I am at the corner of the world,
I watch and see the emergence and passing into oblivion of stars.

Here I sit all day long at the fringes of life as all tears rise and ebb away,
And all to give birth to new pleasure but sorrow in disguise.

Nothing new now,
Nothing grand to catch my sight.
Not the fairest of skin
For beauty.
Nor comeliness of her stride
For glamour
As I have seen the perfection of all pleasures
Stupidities in disguise.

Nothing new now, nothing is sure as long as mankind is concern,
For now have I seen the end of all beautiful fooly.
It's all vanity afterall

Let me lay coiled up in the cradle of my mind,
As my thoughts rocks me to and fro.
Don't call my name, for I may not be there to draw another breath.

Upon my shoulder heft not thy trust.
For I am as frail and scarred as thou arth.

Secret  sight seen wearied my mind with mystery and knowings
I can't divulge
My shoulder sag in utter bewilderment.

So lines upon lines of scribblings upon this parchment I pour.
For this alone I can.
Till this song is sang.

This at the end of  it's  perfection yet have I seen that its sorrow afterall;
And wariness to the mind.

Let me be at the corner of the world far from life's menace and chaos for from thence comes  the first born of all wind of ease.

Come stay with me,
come dwell beside me,
At the corner of the world
Where no sight escapes my eyes.

Yeah a place where all sorrow and pains is Ballanced upon the clouds
Of the first borns.

Here I will stay suspended until the passage of my ages into the world beyond time when I will take my sit among the gods.
                  *Joe voltage