There's a beautiful problem
I've been watching you solve
Making forms fit together
Making figures revolve
So much reckoning in this room
So much to yield
And above all
So much to feel
There's a trick against nature
That you like to perform
Cutting roads in the desert
To a world being born
You know exactly why you do what you do
So as to fall
So as to lose
So as to fight
So as to choose