They stared blindly at the midnight sky, struggled to read between the starry lines to account for what they couldn't see they wrote tales of wonder and deceit: a gracefully constructed atlas, framed with leaves of gold Constellations shining like a gift of sight Navigating through the given path We're blindfolded as we join the dance Don't you believe them, their work is based on lies Common illusions, a kingdom in the sky But i'll go further I'll go beyond the veil and draw the corners of the universe.