The world is full of awe and mystique,
The wonders all around thee, unfold.
So I say to thee, it is plain to see,
The wonders untold.

Though all may not be right,
There is still light,
So please, hold tight to life.

The possibilities have no end,
The beauty of the planet earth.
The groves of ambient trees shant bend
For the weak fool who wishes for rebirth

It may show,
In the way thy grow,
It may be inescapable for the abyss of strife.

There lies an opportunity,
One never seen before.
With the flesh of man plain to all to see,
That chance is knocking on your door.

The fate life hath brought,
Though life, not a lot,
All will die.

Opportunity is a fraud.
Nothing can be accomplished.
Though it may sound odd,
Mankind should be admonished.

There is no future.
You cannot suture
The wound of time.