What creature's... imperfect are we,
Our hearts to lead us lost?
And journey on the stormy sea,
'Tis a journey must be crossed.

We blindly see what wasn't there,
As man- less water... the image sees,
A mirage of beauty- she didn't care,
He falls down lost upon his knees.

His image gone and ne'er returns,
A journey now at end,
A tortured soul- his lesson learned,
'Til another mirage for him does send.