I have heard them speak,
About many other things,
Far from the great beyond,
But no one is really right?

Who can tell us the truth,
About what we don’t know?
Not with a deceitful mind,
But from a clear vision.

The drunkard would be right,
When he is duly overwhelmed,
With the spirit of strong gin,
As his eyes see into tomorrow.

Can we go to insane minds?
When mocked by the Sun,
I think...