Woe is me, that I should believe
The foolish nonsense that this world feeds
Having seen the vast and glorious expanse
I think not that my following glance
Could be so captured and raptured
So incredibly remade, by what is little
Yet, I remain, not worrying about that second glance
Nor thinking long on things well past
For woe is me, that I should believe
The foolish nonsense that this world feeds