The world in all its walks,
The gardens leading nowhere, but always somewhere great,
The invitation across the seas,
While experiencing bliss alongside me.
Oh the misery of such a short life.
Oh to those that burn with strife.
As the eyes grow so heavy and fade, and the other world beckons you, pulling your mind away,
You think of all the things in this superficial life you must do,
And in the end when you drift away,
dreams of you is all one can do.