Here is a riddle for you Do you hold the solution? Different levels of truth Blurring the sacred illusion I'm sorry to realize You experience the world in black and white I head for the sky While you stand with your feet firmly on the ground Day by day Visions and dreams are passing by Face to face The final truth is hard to find In time you will realize There are more shades around than black and white And head for the sky While the wise men seem to be nailed to the ground Wisdom There is no wisdom in the end Only points of view, of the chosen few The blind leading the blind Wisdom There is no wisdom, my dear friend Only points of view, of the chosen few And the blind still lead the blind