Barren Lands

You ask me who I feel sorry for? I 'll tell you my friend. Just let me take the last sip of my - warm by now - beer I feel sorry for all those who took the heavy title of the wise man the philosopher, the intellectual and made it a burden for themselves. Those who ask questions, not to find answers but only to hear their own pompous query, those who are lost in a sea of details but cannot drink from the fountain of essence and stay thirsty. Because the water that is offered to them they don't even want to taste it and so condemn themselves to live in the drought of self-deification just like the desert's baren lands