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