Beauty is fleeting,
but chase it I will.
Still waters run deep,
but also breed ill.

And in the midst of my travels,
a young girl might weep,
for reaching the summit,
only excites what's steep.

And so I am shallow,
withered and fatigued,
crawling on all fours,
my kneecaps bleed.

Yet amongst these shades of fall,
I pray for your green,
to compliment my troubles,
oh shape shifting queen.

The sun chases the moon,
and the moon chases me.
I sit still,
content and free.

Our science is wrong,
but our religion is worse.
Only by ignoring the two,
can you orbit in reverse.

In a factory jungle,
among birds and things,
the child slave labors,
over your wedding ring.

I went their once,
it wasn't too bad,
the flies don't bite,
but the liquor drives you mad.

Oblivity is ecstasy!
Ignorance is bliss!
so says I,
so says the abyss.