If the world is nothing more
Than the dream of bitter men
And my thoughts empty sounds
That echo in the echo in the

Wave on which an echo breaks
Breaker of all bright dreams
And dream that's our reality
And leaves us unreal just to

Echo lost and alone and sore
And huddle in the silent din
To get put in earthen mounds
Then perhaps the world's the

Wave that even fools partake
To find if a hope dare gleam
To offer dreams we can't see
And make a joke of all we do

- Josh MacLeod