The luscious fields of summer left our thoughts revealed, and so we guessed anew.
After all, we heard the rushing feel of something else,
And what's to be, and what, ourselves, we do
Laughing at the world

There'll be times you'll all but feel outnumbered
There belies all the truth you'll ever tell
How we wish for all the complicated things
All license, fake poetic themes
You take the torch, glow the match, hold it to your feet

The poppy seeds have all been hatched
The wonder wields a small attraction to
The actors and the girls

The mordant freeze of winter's back
Inordinate deeds, they somewhat lack for you
Laughing at the world

There were times we all felt torn asunder
There were lives where we only lived to tell
How we wished for all the somnolence it brings
All life is "take what you can see"
You make the mold, hold the cast, forge it as you please

The autumn tides in sudden ebb
No honey guides, no muddled webs in view
The chamomile is swirled

The southern lights no longer lit
No money buys the love that waits for you
Laughing at the world