Nobody in this world worth anything
It is all just some made-up thing
Where everyone inclined to believe in clinging
To some sort of belief and bearing
There's no actual physical enduring
Just a bunch of lost dreaming
The stakes are high & it seems we are losing
Embracing life as though it has meaning
When reality is far from the telling
Hearing tales of good living
Actual experience nothing but trying
Pacify ourselves with reminiscing singing
Merriment & delight ceased like lightning
Guess they are just God's way of playing
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