Turning the page, write to cease new ideas
   Thoughts - all duly recorded
   Maybe someday, all the rhymes, given time
   Would get justly rewarded
  
   So long ago, you don't even know how it started
   So there you go
   Stashing the sketches and drafts of what has become an
  
   Encyclopedia of all the things you've done
   Expect the media to bother when you're gone
  
   Hours and hours of sacrifice, no compromise
   Forced as if under orders
   Planning to take land sea and skies, but can't decide
   When to cross the borders
  
   Encyclopedia of all there is to know
   Encyclopedia - but what is there to show
  
   The piles just seem to grow
   Is this ambitions one man show
   There's only one man watching you, John Doe
   He's both on stage and in the front row
  
   Encyclopedia - your one and only friend
   Encyclopedia - will pay off in the end
  
   Turning around, the objective of the way you lived
   Hypothetical fortune, suddenly found
   You're at the gate - it's too late
   Psychological torture
  
   So long ago, since you should have put it all out there
   So now you go
   Leaving for us to discover the paths you have tread
  
   Encyclopedia - all written by his hand
   Encyclopedia - will we ever understand
  
   Now he will never know
   Swept away by the undertow
   The world is listening now, John Doe
   Come back and reap what you have sown