By necrotic dreams of entropy, I will destroy my mind
Sleeping by exhaustion, creating a madness by design
Flesh is fading, disappearing on the outside and inside
My sober mind remains clear, refusing time's final tide
The world will pass from view, as my flesh turns dust
We all will die, lose every minute and memory to time
No memory of youth, of hope or of feelings of lust
We'd built ourselves a great modern Tower of Babel
As in antiquity, when our ancestors might be ignorant
In the present, arrogance turns dreams to hubris
Modernity and high technology have all turned rust
“No structure, even an artificial one, enjoys the process
of entropy. It
is the ultimate fate of everything, and
everything resists it.”
