Life is short, but long it is
How does one make a play of this?
There is no answer, dearest dancer
All we can do is learn the step
Do your best, study hard
Its all a game, so learn the cards
All within is saint or sin
And no one knows where either’s kept
I told my mother that I love her
I wish we could still speak somehow
Said to father not to bother
That ship has sailed, and it’s gone now
There is no obstacle ahead
No fathomable role, or stead
That can withstand the force that’s here
All that is left to do, is steer
All the bricks, they have been laid
All costs of blood and tears are paid
Laugh at Time’s sad, blurred illusion
It cannot see its own conclusion
Not at all, it never has
It’s more confused than blue topaz
But that’s okay, I dare to say
Because it’s earned, this now today
How the World Should Work 