Initiate the incidental message
Renounce your petty solace
Leave your eyes behind
And race in tune with your mind
Trust your marbles as guide
Your imaginations as guard
If you ever missed your path
Got lost in the forest of thoughts
Or got buried in the sand of words
Do not ever pause to fuss
Your insanity’d excavate you
And your sanity’d certainly fix you
Your labours’ll refresh the lands
Earth’ll shake your aching hand
