A ray of light on your memory      will show you      You’re not the kind of creature      they think you are      When you pass through      some darkness      You leave youth behind you      Like a serpent gets rid      of its bark      Down with joy under consent      of nature      Up with your duties,      no more time for cold feet      There’s no other truth      but your own      You’re full of an      irrational ache to be      The haunting that rides      the twilight      The whispering undead spitfire      Something more      truthfully heartless      Than people’s half-life      emptiness      And if one day a new chance      you receive      Then you could waste it      just the way they did