How wild... this all...
In strange lives that we make
How high... would it end...
In a leafless path, never seems to end

Cold eyes... can see through
The trials of many, the faults of few
To this day, to our today
Could it be, would it all be ok

What I ask is not strange
What I feel is not inane
What I fear is not a blur
The still, the moment, for what its worth...