Pounding notes within my brain
Beat out some demon devil's strain.
Words of gods never seen
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!"