One day I think, I shall get in the end
Just a little of the wisdom, of my Indian friends
Seems they were gazing, sun, moon, and stars
While I was running round', writing on napkins in bars
They swaying with leaves, among flowers in sun
Whereas my time spent, with maidens on the run
Ardently now listening, with a most receptive ear
No longer time dining, on my Budweiser beer
In often ancient and mystical, rhythmical flaunt
Half-way round' the world, something I want
Petitioning and seeking, to master their style
For the moment my wisdom, a newborn child
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