Ages passYears're a gasMy body gains massAnd I am gone, alas.Today is my birthdayNever to see 62 againNor 61, as I reflectOn years of profit and of pain.
Babylon is captivatedWhile we gaze at stars on screensThe ones above shine with argent beamsOur pollution canopyProtects us from this heresy
Ages pass
ReplyDeleteYears're a gas
My body gains mass
And I am gone, alas.
Today is my birthday
Never to see 62 again
Nor 61, as I reflect
On years of profit and of pain.
Babylon is captivated
ReplyDeleteWhile we gaze at stars on screens
The ones above shine with argent beams
Our pollution canopy
Protects us from this heresy