Land of the mind 

In the land of the mind 
where many live yet all have died 
nameless poet cried 

over things that happend 
as well as those that have not 
over his fate he cried a lot

overwhelmed with beautiful sadness 
remembering tyger's fearful symmetry 
he cried his tearful poetry 

words of a poet are his tears
and he filled his with fears and dispair and desire 
his words were full of fire 

shining on an endless night 
without darkness there's no light 
crying poet thought as he cried 

in the land of the mind