. Imagine a Man. . Imagine a man. Not a child of any revolt. But a plain man tied up in life. Imagine the sand. Running out as he struts. Parading and fading ignoring his wife. Imagine a road. So long looking backwards. You can't see where it really began. Imagine a load. So large and so smooth. That against it a man is an ant. Then you will see the end. You will see the end. Imagine events. That occur everyday. Like a shooting or raping or a simple act of deceit. Imagine a fence. Around you as high as prevention. Casting shadows you can't see your feet. Imagine a girl. With long flowing hair. And the body of chalky perfection and truth. Imagine a past. Where you wish you had lived. Full of heroes and villians and fools. And you will see the end. You will see the end. And you will see the end. You will see the end. Oh yeah. Imagine a man. Not a child of any revolt. But a man of today feeling new. Imagine a soul. So old it it is broken. And you know your invention is you. And you will see the end. You will see the end. You will see the end. You will see the end. Oh yeah. .