To contemplate myself, I must go back
Beyond the words I thought were truth defined
The truth I found within a tiny crack
Beyond the truth that others would have mined
The deepest mine in Kimberley reveals
The depth of filthy greed possessed by men
But I am more than just some thief who steals
Enlightenment from Buddha: such is zen
I stood beside the Neva, watched it flow
I guess it flowed into the salty sea
I only guess; I’ll never really know
But what I know is I was meant to be
To be myself and contemplate my mind
I’ll pick up every kopek I can find.