The fools and the wicked rotate the world
And the innocent could only sit
And be intoxicated by the maze
Not so, my friend, as you dream it to be
Determination is more painful than devotion
The bark part of life is a theory
But mid, nothing but imagination
Imagination then breeds illusion
If the fools could remain fools in merry
The wicked will rob the innocent
And if the wicked were free of God
The innocent would maraud all booty
But this! life has been everything and regrets
But then it shall end, regrettably, happy
With the fool innocent and the fool fooled
While the wicked fooled by the fool
