Verse 1
There is no reprieve when we conceive
The candle starts slowly burning
With each passing day it gently ebbs away
And cruelly taunts our yearning

As we think we learn, the pages turn
The words that have no meaning
Seek a worth from un requested birth
We are merely the cosmos dreaming

Chorus
Sing Amen
At your requiem
A mass to atoms in motion
All is equal, there is no sequel
Things just carry on

Memento mori (remember that you will die)
Ends the story

Verse 2
In our mind’s eye we can live a lie
Escape triviality
Become more than this in a heavenly bliss
A nurtured neuron fantasy

In every breath the haunt of death
As fate makes unconscious decision
Creations curse mind and body disperse
Imagined mechanical precision
© 2014 Michael Pearce