The fantasy of a happy life,
When all around is schlock,
Is all that keeps our sanity,
And stops us falling into shock.
Why on Earth does sadness,
Outweight the polar choice?
When happiness ephemeral,
Speaks a weak and fading voice?
Abstraction be the way,
Toward enlightenment.
Reality's the lie,
That gets our deaf and dumb consent.
But who's to say it's right,
To care of this or not?
You can't rely on others,
So crap it out and get off the pot!
A brutal view for sure,
And yet I can't deny it.
Could be having hindsight,
We'll prosecute, or just acquit?
A world destroyed by angels,
Which rest at last on Sunday.
We had our chance and blew it,
Sic transit gloria mundi!
Ok, I know it was,
A pretty crass last line.
And as I don't know Latin,
Those words, I fear, are asinine!
When all around is schlock,
Is all that keeps our sanity,
And stops us falling into shock.
Why on Earth does sadness,
Outweight the polar choice?
When happiness ephemeral,
Speaks a weak and fading voice?
Abstraction be the way,
Toward enlightenment.
Reality's the lie,
That gets our deaf and dumb consent.
But who's to say it's right,
To care of this or not?
You can't rely on others,
So crap it out and get off the pot!
A brutal view for sure,
And yet I can't deny it.
Could be having hindsight,
We'll prosecute, or just acquit?
A world destroyed by angels,
Which rest at last on Sunday.
We had our chance and blew it,
Sic transit gloria mundi!
Ok, I know it was,
A pretty crass last line.
And as I don't know Latin,
Those words, I fear, are asinine!
