I bartered the ring for the thrill of a descent

A robe, my inheritance, squandered in my greed

Desperate for worth, disillusioned by pride

Once fed by the trough, you will learn to be contrite

Oracle in my own mind

Infallible with little foresight

Oh brother, why have you embraced this squander?

Untamed fields bind me to endless labour

I despise my father's anguish

For his son's haughty eyes chose this reckless wander

Oracle in his own mind

Infallible with little foresight