| How can you stay content? |
| Around you the world laments |
| Resources are nearly spent; |
| Demanding sensation, neglecting the strain |
| Imagination concealing the pain |
| How will the race survive? |
| When passion has been denied? |
| Disorder has surely thrived |
| Creating the gurus who lead you astray |
| Infatuation has no place today |
| Don’t say that tomorrow can’t wait |
| You can only debate |
| On the rightness of being «wholesome» |
| But nebulous notions contain no depth |
| When right means left |
| We fall through the clouds |
| You talk of expanding the mind |
| Now thought is refined |
| And there’s room to explore your freedom |
| But somewhere inside you a small boy cries |
| Controlled by lies |
| Are dreams made of this? |
| How can we stay content? |
| Around us the world laments |
| Resources are nearly spent; |
| I spoke of forgiveness, my heart full of pride |
| Humiliation can turn back the tide |