I could cut off your head
and bury it in the lake
a thousand years would go by
before they gave up their search
ecstasy and boredom
dreams and fairy tales
here I stand vanquished
while there you stand prized
these jagged steps
these winding roads
the Earth is not big enough
to hold your heart
tears of vanity
pride in servitude
you know they don't love you
they only want to love themselves
and you give that to them
selfless and unashamed
courageous and diligent
where are these mountains
where are these fields of gold
I see you still searching
while I rest in decline
