Life as it seemed to the circling man

As he gazed into discarded land

Was a ride on a carousel of faith

Then he flew away

He traveled far through his worn out mind

Through sorrow and pain, what had he gained?

Still his dreams they could never take away

So he flew into the sun again

Emptiness struck as he realized

There's no answer to "who am I? what am I?"

He then saw why men must construct for themselves

A cloud of Unknowing