Truth, what is truth? And is it aloof?
And if it is, where is the proof?
Is it something that comes in a revelation,
Does it follow some grand divine presentation?
On the other side of reason,
Beyond the site of fate,
Something other than what we want,
Lies something all must hate.
Along the beachside ocean shore,
Where winged angels and seraphim soar,
Stretching close to that seaward way,
As the sunrise begins the day,
What is this beat,
Echoing from below
Moving my body
Moving my core
Have you ever wondered what babies dream?
wonderfully different than ours it would seem.
Without knowing the great sin of this land,
Their dreams before them remain so grand.
Abandoned and in sorrow I stood alone,
where the whispering winds were blown.
Upon the dark field I was that night,
willing to stand for the final fight.
As it was when we were together young,
Both friend and I ran,
And as it was when the serene wind sung,
It was dog and man.
le meilleur des mondes possibles.
The lonely lamplights flicker upon lonely streets,
Man, from time to time, does what he means not,
And so this remains man’s sorrowful lot.
He does not always say what he means to express,
Sometimes with love, it is anger he does profess.