A wayward wind brings signs of things that terrify the mind,

Of gods long gone, that never were, of hopes in hopeless dreams,

Of truth without a meaning, the now that never ends,

Of our eternal journey, from where to where, unknown,

While flowers ever blooming, rise from deep decay,

And light, opposing darkness, from the void is born,

That mystery of time and space, that never can be solved,

While music springs from primal depths, beyond the realm of thought,

Affords us our sole escape, found in tragedy and joy,

For humanity is trapped in thoughts, which no one can conceive.