Finding the nearest point to follow The question in my mind Is written in the lines I want to see it like a pie Illuminated That has been walked upon by many Who have passed A dog in the dessert Here's his call No lackey, no forethought He knows what he's counting on He's lost in meditation Drawing him nearer But where he's going He doesn't need a thing. Are you ready To be abandoned? To be lonely? To be sheltered by the wind? Are you ready To be abandoned? To be lonely? To be sheltered by the wind? Are you ready To be abandoned? To be lonely? To be sheltered by the wind? Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?