Let your heart give you joy in your young days.
Follow the promptings of your heart.
In our mist bound time we seek out the sun’s rays.
The world may baffle for it is abstract art.

Is it true that everything is mere vanity?
I was young and strong once, now I am old.
But there is always one final home, Christianity .
It, I hope will come to my aid when all is cold.

But is this also mere vanity.
False hope from ancient legend’s myth.
Perhaps in this universe there is just humanity and no God.
Forging alone the World like some great terrestrial blacksmith.

No, I will not give up hope.
My hand grasps from under water this unseen celestial rope.