O' midway horse, O' midway horse,
What good is this yearning?
You may dream of blue blue skies
But your fate is midway running.
Lust is Love in hope of immortality
Walk on, in the intoxication of hope
Abandon the paradise your father lost
Trade it for a dime and a half
Believe in ecstasy and the magic of rhymes
Compose the music of eternal right
For life is a tragedy- A divine comedy
And Love is lust in your mortality.