Life as it seemed to the circling man 

As he gazed into discarded land 

Was a ride on a carousel of faith 

Then he flew away 



He travelled far through his worn out mind 

Through sorrow and pai, what had he gained? 

Still his dreams they could never take away 

So he flew into the sun again 



Emptiness struck as he realized 

There's no answer to "who am I? what am I?" 

He then saw why men must construct for themselves 

A cloud of Unknowing