The darkened tunnels have been traveled,
And the castles are no more;
The riverbeds are dry and empty,
And the birds no longer soar;
The deep dark forest are all cut down,
And there’s a lock on every door.
The sky has been made clear and bright
And there is no sign of rain;
The machines of death have been laid to rest
And no one remembers the pain;
The world’s going right to Heaven or Hell
And the mad shall lead the sane.
The world has moved on, and on again,
As I move towards madness,
For this sphere of life holds for me no joy,
But neither is there sadness.