It is hard not to be overwhelmed by this foul world,
In the end, we must succumb to the fate in store for us.
So build your mansions, your glittering palaces, your endless highways.
Set skyscrapers in the air so you can blemish the bountiful clouds.
Consume the forest, torch the plains
Burn oil, burn witches, burn yourself with your desires
Run through your life carefree, or take the burden of responsibility.
Fly, run, dance, swim;
Eat drink and laugh.
A short piece of time is all that we are gifted on this earth,
before the strength that makes us  dwindles,
and fades from our body, and we are left,
cold and alone, to perform the final act
as the stage light dims, and the curtain begins to fall.