Anywhere Out of the World

We scale the face of reason

To find at least one sign

That could reveal the true dimensions

Of life lest we forget

And maybe it's easier to withdraw from life

With all of its misery and wretched lies

Away from harm

We lay by cool still waters

And gazed into the sun

And like the moth's great imperfection

Succumbed to her fatal charm

And maybe it's me who dreams unrequited love

The victim of fools who watch and stand in line

Away from harm

In our vain pursuit

Of life for one's own end

Will this crooked path

Ever cease to end?