Quest!
Quest!
Whose song of sighs is
My lamp of every night
Whose lip's smile makes
The heart scarred
Incompetent are politicians,
These little fish in the shoal
Isfandiar will be called Reverend,
Not Guards of the garden!
We have sold our lives
For the sake of afterlife
And temporary pleasures
For the permanent Eden
Blue water mermaid
Locked in a blue bottle
Filled with blue water
Rockets to the moon