Take the dream and times by two, now take the true and prove untrue.
Close your eyes and try to see, being there and yet not be.
Feel the heat, that seems so cold, take the young, that made them old.
To follow where the bright light goes, with closed eyes see, the dark light flows.

Never do we know the past, until we know, the moment last.
The sense we make, the sense we see, in life we take too cautiously.
To make the knowing be confused, to use the mind, we never used.

Let the darkness, and the candle, lead you to your greatest handle.
Hit the head, and hit the key, against the wall so wakefully.
For there will never be a path, that has more good and yet less wrath.