Chase Jedick Tune

The great civil war of the human condition,
The restless nagging of thought,
The constant struggle of the mind

If beauty lies in the quest for improvement,
No beauty remains to ennoble confusion,
Callous and inevitable.

Asthmatic wheezing of the mind
Desperately mimics youthfulness,
Fooling only the perpetrator.

With loneliness scantily cloaked in drivel,
You melt back into processes and patterns.
Neural soldiers fire your eight-gun salute.
Only Time confers peace.
Death finds you alone.