As blind, as dismal, as dark, as bleak
As the truth we do slovenly seek
All eyes and hearts and minds
We search for answers in the
Passing
Of time.
To the believers and the preachers
And to all those sitting on their asses
In the hard, wooden bleachers
I say
Get up!
Stand up!
On your own two feet.
Show us life
With all its miracles and strife
Show us fear and defeat
Spread success and then retreat.
For in the end, my dear sweet friends
All of our bones will creak.
We are as old as we are weak.
In the end
You can silently go back to sleep
Once again.