Pounding notes within my brain

Beat out some demon devil's strain.

Words of gods never seen

Except in the terror of a madman's dream.

Blue mists in never-ending swirls
Lift high to the winds that ever whirl.
And this cold, grey world of ours --
Not caring for the nears, for the fars.

This world of ours is not forever;
No permanence allowed for endeavor.
Walk and laugh, you gloating fool;

Build no weapon, build no tool

For some bearded archaeologist to find
In some future beyond all time.
And do not scoff at the demon's cry:
"Eat, Drink and be Merry --
for soon we all Die!"