Drifting in the air
Above a cold lake
Is a soul from an early better age
Grasping for a mystic thought
In vain
But who's to know

Further on lies eternal search
For theories to lift the gate
Only locks are made stronger
And more keys lost as logic fades
In the pool of dreams the water darkens
For the soul that's tired of search

As years pass by
The aura drops
As less and less
Feelings touch
Stupidity has won too much
The hopeless soul keeps mating