Among the myriads of nice words in existence
The tasty, the lavish, the flattering, wooing and coy
I search for one that will make some difference
A truth that won't serve as anyone's plaything or toy
I always try to fall asleep right before midnight
Lest I get caught awake when Time changes hands
With but old tricks like "Light makes night bright!"
My mind encircles the universe seeking new lands
And I have this marvelous vision dreamt nightly!
But I can't put my finger on it; for it dies with dawn
The world keeps changing yet it's the same exactly
And the game of pretense and lying well goes on
The old notions are now slightly more ancient.
The new ones still in the mental womb of mankind...
And I stand in line with the rest, ennuied and patient
Waiting for something to finally shock my mind!