The lonely path ahead I see
Is just a man, and poetry;
I know the time is coming soon,
I see it here from this balloon,
My floating greenhouse in the sky,
This hot-air-driven alibi.

There is a village in the vale,
That sparkles with the morning dew;
I land there on the edge of joy,
And sing a song to comfort you.
Though you be just a silhouette,
A friend that I have not yet met.

The golden sunset that I see
Is just a man, and poetry;
The world is ever what it is,
And failure’s just another quiz —
And now I’ll overlook not by not-seeing, but
By being