Search For Truth

In my quest for eternal truth I groped to the mountain peak There i abandoned myself to the Arms of mystical experience In the arms of euphoric diversities I met an angel called happy ignorance With his pocomania soutane As white as the heavenlies He showed me a map But the map itself is wrapped strange language Nay we were confuse In our quest to unravel the Path We met several paths Hence we became more confuse Even my companion was more confuse In the finality of my goose-chase I became as cold as Moscow But then Nirvana remains an illusory search.