You, there! With the gifted glib tongue
Conservative, yet you walk among
Beasts of men with minds uncouth,
Who speak a lie, yet search for truth.
In the spring of life it started
Everything was like the oyster
Un explored, and no one knew about the pearl.
As the summers came and went
I left my heart in hour-glass
Buried in the sands of time.
Someone tipped the hour-glass,
Replaced the sands with wine.