My mind wandering leads me here,
Enthralled I often sit in moments of fear,
The World we know is failing fast, failing to last,
The end is near laments the preacher, THE END IS NEAR!

O' why must we care for things we cannot govern,
Governments and politics, war, pain and sorrow,
Ailments of the human heart, the ways of man are like a shadow,
Earthquakes, tsunamis, drought, the sorrows of man; the imperfect fallout,

My mind does often wonder, why must we be so somber?
The end will come when the end will want it,
There is no day, but the day in which we live,
The ways of weary men are laced with their trepidation,

We mustn't worry says the man in doubt,
We mustn't sin says the meek, says the Christian,
We must be true to self, true to our ways says the World,
We must be lively, and filled with laughter says the Drunkard,

The days they come and pass,
Mere drops we are of ocean waters,
Yet, the Spirit inside, springs hope eternal, eternal hopes of Life!
Why? why? why?