Melancholy-life\'s driving dirge:
Marching, aimless from dawn to dusk;
Deifying us with the dust;
Damned in one useless merge.
Yet we forget all in between, sweet
Young memories, droned out by the beat.
This never-ending song of life,
From a to c mixed in with screams
Dare we ever escape the strife,
Taunts us to better our scene.
When every option comes to fail
Yet yearned and fought for something more,
Is life really all \'bout the sale?
By God I pray there\'s something more.