Yes, planes will crash
And trains will collide
But to confront you
With the fate that awaits us all
No, I do not mean just death
Death will anyway come
To some too soon
To some too late,
I am talking about
The headaches and heartaches
That tug at your soul
As it goes in search of love and truth
And finds none in this world
Except insofar as one loves oneself
And oneself is the truth
But like a herd of sheep
We follow, we obey
Unable to know the way
Except insofar as
Someone else points it out
We throng the temples
Throng the seashore to see the sunset
We frequent the nightclubs
We get drunk on some songs
We frequent friend’s houses
But the friend’s heart is somewhere else
Looking at a distant shore
And yet in the end
Ending our lives
With only sighs.
Know Thyself 