Come, walk a thousand miles,

As if you were a marathon man;

Fish for diamonds in the dark

Just like a blind man would;

Try to find me in a foreign town

So we can drink a dozen pints

Brooding over the sense of life.


We may never know what holds us fast

And the ideas we thought to be true

May dissolve like the smoke of a fire.

We may find the smithereens of reality

Lying in the gutter of nothingness.

But over all this we will shed no tears

And nothing shall keep us back.