I wonder at the human race,
Whose minds (so bright and aglow)
Choose instead a pretty face,
Instead, a flashier show.

I wonder at this masked folly,
This shell so pale and brittle.
The clever man who seems so proud
Hast never known the riddle.

Transcending to find some footing,
Souls bumping together in the clouds—
We seek a heart, a diamond ring,
To banish all our doubts.

We do not know the reason why,
Very few care about how.
The only constant is tomorrow’s high,
So far above the now.

This luxury, devoid of meaning,
Is naught but empty pleasure.
What we seek, quite musically,
Is someone to give us measure.