Nothing, of terminable being, will ever make sense
Illusions, of meaning, are just a delusional defence
Humanity's dysfunctional and will lie, to keep sane
It needs order from chaos and something to blame
Life is a mistake, for it's where the ghosts, are alive
Infused with corporeality and an ambition to thrive
Sooner, than later though, all will return, to the end
Merely traces of ex-entities, with nowhere to wend
