Once I rose above the noise and confusion

Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion

I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind mare

Though my mind could think I still was a mad mare

And if I claim to be a wise mare,

Well, it surely means that I don't know



Masquerading as a mare with a reason

My charade was the event of the season



I hear the voices when I'm dreaming,

I can hear them say:

Carry on my wayward sun,

There'll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry no more