How rambling the wild river, How confined, is that roaring river. How calm the silence, How mad, that deafening silence! How freeing is the drug? How shackling, that very drug. How clear, how luminous their eyes. How dim, how clouded your eyes. I tilt my face to the sky, Not in strife-- But to laugh with a sigh. This thing is a bit funny For, as we perceive it, Is not solely in the eye to see. How honey-sweet the success, How bitter that insurmountable success. How crippling the defeat. How rousing, that sting of defeat. How fair the beautiful people How amazingly ugly, those beautiful people. How vast our knowledge, How miniscule is our human knowledge? I lift my face to the sky, Not wanting an answer, But I still ask why? They cry tears of joy But I can't be bought. They feel the sorrows of a moment, Never again to happen, left in the past, forgot. How strong the pow...