In the deafening silence of times movement One dares to ask for life's attunement As ye shall strive longing for signs of inner wealth One's life's goal is to be endowed with somber stealth Wander thy miniscule fleeting feeling A universe thraught with the grandeur of one's meaning Never shall a seeker feel down For always the dreamers soul will be around Moments may satisfy the curious eye Yet as a mercenary of adventure one is fated to pry Eternal peace in heart and mind Can only come from inside So plunder the depths of strange imagination And mold one's soul whilst using thy creation