In the days when even love was fair and
the horizon was blithe, light everywhere
The meaning of life laid out before a soul
A vivacious task to be surpassed before one is old

The energy of the universe mysteriously undulated
Some answer to this enigma stood there, waited
For children, fools to take Fate by the hand
Late they bloomed weak at heart, couldn’t stand

The words of others who lucidly predicted
That one day they would be unmitigatedly afflicted
Soon fell down the path of least resistance,
belted vainly cursing god and their existence.

Cursed they were children under a patient sky
With miraculous gifts but fated, born to die
For so long as they shall live they will ask “but, why
Did our pitiful Chance unify into fare well, goodbye?”

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