We cling to idols, foolishly,
In vanity we trust;
The wealthy build their monuments
That crumble into dust
As I am building mine, out here,
From images and lines
That fizzle into nothingness
Intended, once,
As mines
Worlds of Sorrow(6)
We cling to idols, foolishly,
In vanity we trust;
The wealthy build their monuments
That crumble into dust
As I am building mine, out here,
From images and lines
That fizzle into nothingness
Intended, once,
As mines
