What phantoms pester on this gilded ark
where fleeting visions mock the creeping age!
The unrelenting tide of years doth press,
as we, like bark upon the stormy sea,
are tossed and torn. Can we but find release?
Can we escape this breathless, hurried chase?
Or shall we, at our own unfettered will,
pace out the sands of life, serene and slow?
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 12:47 AM UTC
What phantoms pester on this gilded ark
where fleeting visions mock the creeping age!
The unrelenting tide of years doth press,
as we, like bark upon the stormy sea,
are tossed and torn. Can we but find release?
Can we escape this breathless, hurried chase?
Or shall we, at our own unfettered will,
pace out the sands of life, serene and slow?
A Shakespearean paraphrase of the shortest System of A Down song.