Once more you near me, wavering apparition;
a turbid haze every time you alight.
Oft' have you come at dead of night,
and pressed me. Will I yield to your petition?

Let go of your longing for a transcending meaning.
You conjure up fleeting dreams and wonders.

Old grief revives a fair love wrapped round my neck.
Remember fond caress, a silken dress...
Tears lave my heart, which by fortune was cheated
to believe the universe held answers that I needed.

Time spent searching for knowledge of
the world through the faculty of reason.

Let go of your longing for a transcending meaning.
You conjure up fleeting dreams and wonders

If I could only find,
our true nature through my mind.

What lies beyond doesn't interest me.
It's this moon that shines down onto my sorrows.
What this means to me becomes existence.

The mind is a lonely place to be
when ones soul's quaint; honestly.

I'll accept your kind words,
only because you offer nothing more.
What greatness can be left
when flatterers humble themselves
and humble men are only flatterers.

Honor and happiness
awaits only those who do great deeds.
'Tis nearly vulgar to triumph over the insignificant.

Still, what makes one great...
when nothing is truly significant?

Strong when facing power.
Considerate to the weak.
Forced by necessity
to show one's love and hatred openly.
Instinct and logic simultaneously.
Destined deterministic great souled man,
simply has no choice.

The mind is a lonely place to be
when ones soul is quaint; honestly.