There is a story told

Of a man who has gold

And he spent it all

On women and wine

But he didn't define

The future story

Left to unravel

In tattered dreams

Of long past glories

Hypnotize the masses

Wave the baton

We weave, fall down

Beneath what passes

Resemblance of life

Beyond the strife

Dare to hesitate

And wait...

How many years

To try it again...?