Too late to sound a warning,
addled gaiety drowns mourning
hearts that stare upon our fate.
We won’t turn back now, we’ve set
our course; our path is littered
with jagged rocks, stormed tossed
seas and corpses of those gone
this way before us. Too blind
to heed the warning they give
even from their death. Our ears
Are stopped, our hearts are set, NO
We won’t turn back now, we’ve set
our course, we are filled with hope
unfounded, we will prevail where
others met certain ruin
we are different, we convince
ourselves, an empty mantra
lulling us into deep stupor,
preparing us for the grave,
we exalt our sophistic wisdom
as we call good evil and evil good.
Drink up! Life has no meaning
aside from what empty meaning we assign
at the moment, until our fickle hearts
chase down another rabbit trail
deep into the woods, where out
predators lurk seeking to devour
and destroy all that we hold dear.
Our only solace, our offspring won’t survive
to mourn our rancid corpses.