Sleep take hold of me now
And drown the memories of the day
And cast aside this tired heart
That has lost the passion of life's way
With all we seek some Grand Design
Yet our senses too few tell not enough
The facade today we intensely fuel
Will tomorrow be smitten to the dust
Even these paged words a charade
Which cleverly I contrive to parade

Juhan Puhm, Summer 1993