I
Will the king play the fool for a day
For his sake, for his kingdom, for man
Does the horse hurl away its rider
Who's strolling through life without a plan
Will the rich rest on top of their glory
On a journey over the snows
Is a confession a part of the story
When a new life begins to show
Only those in jest will know
Are we deaf to the creature of the land
Whose voice is lost between the trees
Are the limits of our understanding
Pale dividing lines absorbed in seas
Where are those who in the dawn
Dress in antlers and begin to row
Will the end, tell us the tale
Or simply merge us in the flow
Only those in jest will know
II
A prison keeps us grounded
It is a room, with no door
The wall is being pounded
And we lie, on the floor
Although there is no door
We try to see
To nurture our minds
In silence and confusion
We are left inside alone
III
The king dressed in white antlers
The horse denied its rider
The rich were frozen in the snows
The confession, a part of the show
The creature spoke inside their minds
Pillars formed up from the seas
In the dawn those truths were mine
And the end enclosed me
Transcending time