No matter how the epochs change
Nor how base fragments rearrange
We think we grow in worldliness
Quite inversely, I must confess
In degrees, we grow more isolated
More irritated and frustrated
Surrender thinking and the doing
Of kindliness we are eschewing
Collapsing in a crumbled heap
Our stories straight, we cannot keep
Who is to blame, it’s not ourselves
Our woes are caused by someone else
We cannot raise our heads to see
Collision course with stolid tree
Each day hubristic attitude
Directs our course to nothing good
Impossible is human nature
Turns altruism into a traitor
And yet we move with rising speed
We let our swagger take the lead
The finish line we have blown past
In madness, off to nowhere fast!