Like
a wolf pack howling in the silence of a cold arctic darkness
There is no hope whatsoever, therefore we resolve to try all the
harder
There is no chance for survival but still, we must choose life
The end is always very near but, quite naturally, we decide to work
instead of dance
Things cannot possibly turn out, but we must still try and arrange
them
There can be no happy ending but we consciously decide to ignore that
Though many are taken every day, we who remain always continue on
The goal remains forever unattainable so our only victory is in the
struggle
Despite the inescapable certainty, we play on against the
overwhelming odds
There is no far-off light to seek yet we still grope through the
darkness
Our feet will never feel the bottom but it does not stop our swimming
Though no spirit can ever hear us we cannot help but sing
Tossed in this swirling entropy we do not abandon ourselves to chaos
and confusion
We know not where we come from, yet, we must struggle before we
return
We choose to live despite an implacable end leading to an unknowable
Blackness and mystery surround us, but we strive out of more than
just simple fear
Despite the meaninglessness of the infinite emptiness, we retain a
sense of purpose
Though the nights are cold and the winters long, somehow we look to
the Spring
Casting off an imaginary heaven we nevertheless cannot lose the
lonely faith that sustains us
No matter that we are lost and wet and hungry, there is no child who
is a stranger
Even as we are being overtaken there is no quenching our need to
understand
Right as we disappear beneath the wheel, we are still waving the
others onward
We dare to peer into the blackness and not give in to empty pleasure
seeking
No warmly lit and peaceful shelter awaits us, and yet we must still
travel on
It cannot be otherwise, or we would be most certainly far worse than
simply lost
Though we find no evidence of worthiness from our efforts, they can
never cease
