All you lyricists
who sing to get by
I am not one of you
I claw at stars to find what lies behind the sky

You philosophers who
chase the question why
do not wait for my reply
I am busy tearing the foundation to get to what is behind

You glorious beauties
who beguile us in this your time
do not look behind
you won’t like what you find

I will not stay long
continue this song too long
one thought to remind you
when you are done what did you find behind you