When the sun drops into the deepest ocean,
Shroud of darkness takes over.
Ignorance, clouds even wise men,
Leaving frail that which is precious among many things.

In ways of the complex world,
Tapping into the expanse of knowledge,
Leads no where, except chaos and agony.
Where doth the balance lie in this irony ?

This split persona, the thinker and the drunkard,
Where hath thee led me to, in search of truth ?
This half knowledge tortures me in sleep,
Will this prevail until His body is buried 6 feet deep ?