Quietly beating
And quietly breathing
Are sugar-sweetened lies
That lie within our aching breast
And ne'r meet lips in cries
The ever seeking
Aged creaking
Hopes that we do hold
Tight and locked up in our chest
Until the bells have tolled
Always tripping
Endlessly slipping
Over the mortal coil
Aside from the few who have been blessed
The enlightenment plans are foiled

