It wasn’t me held there within
Not that realm
That land of din
I was elsewhere

It wasn’t me beside the key
That path toward
That land of free
I was still searching

I wasn’t there to see it start
Nor was I there
As the clouds doth part
I was learning

I never could find a way
Through deceit and melancholy
Through strife of night and day
I was still lost

Yet in spite of all this
I may never find my way
Through vespers of knowledge
Through annals of may
It was never me to seize the day