In life's majestic pageant we are all contestantsSome are beautiful, others are so very clever
Some perform tricks, others sing or play piano
In the end we never measure the most important
How the mind, the soul, the body, enter forever
We never see our lives in the widest panorama
So how is it that we are able to survive
Are our lives meaningless without awards
How can we exist beyond the savagery
Fragile flesh measured in worth by time
But for that which gives immediate reward
When everything is relative, facts are arbitrary
How can we escape with our lives
When worth is measured by our utility
Cogs in the machine, members of the hive
“If the bee disappeared off the face of the earth, man would only have four years left to live.”
