When the earth was borne of wishful thinking

I sat behind the bar counter, drinking

I wondered why he’d done it

Why his thoughts had reached the summit

“Was it necessary?” I asked

 

“Better that than let a lifetime pass”

 

I drank away my bitter doubts

 

While he created with a happy shout

 

A world a man like me had known

 

Until I made it a war zone

 

The pain I formed was my own fault

 

And due to that I called a halt

 

I crushed it deep into the fiery depths

 

No more anguish, but nothing blessed

 

“For what is dead may never die”

 

I tell him with a solemn sigh

 

And with these words he looks at me

 

Smiles a bit and bends his knee

 

“But what is dead may never live

 

And has no love of which to give

 

What sad little things plague your thoughts

 

Death alone has got you bought

 

Pity, brother, how you think

 

Of life and love and shameless drink

 

Let them choose it, if they will

 

To love or hate or even kill

 

For choice is done inside the heart

 

Of that you play no greater part

 

It is not your choice to lay it all to waste

 

It’s not your job to act in haste

 

Let us see what they will do

 

Without giving any clues

 

 

For their will is free and theirs to take

 

And ours is theirs to twist and shake

 

For only they will hold the key

 

To the powerful depths of you and me

 

So a toast, my brother, to this blessed earth

 

Of which these humans now make berth

 

A better world than those before

 

Of mine and yours and endless lore”

 

And so he got me, now, I think

 

For to this toast I now did drink