As sure as the trees Are bare and then green Arrival of fall The coming of spring And change, an illusion When nothing is constant The world barely real Objective, important The words with their limits Expressions quite lacking The sounds like a song Absurd to be talking But here we are now Full civilization The why and the how Ideal temptations Be real, recognize The truth is all smoke The right and the wrong The prize dropped and broke Arrival, departure Of life and of death A whisper, a breath And then nothing left