Come, let us sing life's lullaby

As we both cry

Moments of time in unrecognized suspension

Grasp the wind or latch onto a cloud passing by

Together, we may happen upon a why

We'll serenade the sky wandering by

Two friends on philosophical missions

For understanding and peaceful resolutions

We stumble, bumble then tumble

Our faces in the dirt of ignorance land

Relentlessly we get to our feet

And with the clean cloth of hopes renewed

Wipe away the dirt of ignorance

This posture, this stance, is noble indeed

Like wandering minstrels, seeking a seer

Answers always drawing nearer

Tomorrow appearing in the rear view mirror

Scholars look upon our journey and muse

Two fools traveling the road to cannot be

Will the tyrant of the psychedelic tarmac

Not grant, that to roam we are indeed free

Onward my weary friend

Answers to the why and how call

Even on our faces in the dirt of ignorance

Above most men we tower

For we seek, only to learn, per chance

Not glory nor power