Measuring the minute and arriving to the infinite
Seeing through the dark to find the right syllable
Yet it all seems to be in vain to find the right way
For the simplicity of the word is a virtual poetry
Nothing to make sense in a world of men
That of enacting the change of gold to lead
Unable to see the value of the jade ultimatum
Not even the pearls that had gone before ad infinitum
Unable to sever the kind of truth that can contain
A life that has been led to a soulful pain
Seeing the truth for what it is before anything
Where behind the light hides a true devil
One that gnaws its bones at the gates of heaven
