The cynic’s eye sees wreck, despair,
the order torn asunder;
and finds delight in citing where
the world has lost its wonder,
his focus on the thunder
in soft and gentle rain,
and how each stupid blunder
makes a life of loss and pain.
“There is no good found anywhere,
no qualities of number,
and further, I find no one cares
the world has lost its wonder.”
Thus the cynic speaks with thunder
his apocalypse refrain,
“‘Tis the ignorance of slumber
makes a life of loss and pain.”
Now, it can be said, to be fair,
that life is mostly umber,
and if to a dream compared,
the world has lost its wonder.
For those who think of plunder,
seeking only their own gain
the illusion they toil under
makes a life of loss and pain.
Perhaps it is no small blunder
the world has lost its wonder
Looking constant down the drain
makes a life of loss and pain.
04 APR 2004
