The sun is shining brighter than yesterday
The grass is greener than ever
The birds are chirping joyously
The puddles splash as the kids jump in it

If only life was as easy as a walk in the park

We’re all going to die one day
So there’s no point in trying to fulfill
What others want

Right at the contour,

Decorative canyons of dire, descending ornaments,

Occluded with mixed smoke signals.

Those heading to their number beds,

Pray to the analytical gods,

"Dear Lord, bell curve distribution. Please, please, please..."