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