Now that we've disproved gods we know the truth
And we are truly free to rule the world,
We can do whatever we'd like to do,
But we flap in the breeze like flags unfurled.
Proximity and circumstance drive us,
Our choices are not really our choices.
It seems as if we make up our own minds
But our minds hear only random voices.
It's all mere chance and biochemistry,
None of us are here for any reason.
We win and lose and love by accident,
We shine like Springtime sun for a season.
So, if life is not really life at all,
No wonder we recoil from death’s shrill call.