In all the moment's glory,
I sing a song of the story
of one who goes out on a limb.
To make his wayward soul a dream.
His denial in life has come to take
his life long work of a big mistake.
Ending his career in forgotten humor,
he cries at night to the sound of a murmur.
But the song remains in his universal peace
that has no boundaries and walls of limitations.
And nothing short of ignorant bliss
could be more comforting than any kind of recreation.
Like a river cutting through the hills,
to wash away the powerful imagery.
Like a man who hides away from his will
of the world's most insignificant glory.