With every rising sun
I've noted with joy, Apollo's repetition
There is no reason to question
If the sun will rise today
If life is unfulfilled oblivion
It nonetheless is a continuation
Of the world's system of existence
I hear the gods laugh
And that laughter seems to be perdition
Life can be an emptied depression
As I move through the haze
Waiting to die, and enter Elysium
Now becomes forever after