Too Dark to Plan Ahead

There’s this mantra going off in my head

Better off lonely than dead

 I wonder if I made the wrong decision instead

As I lay here alone trying to sleep in my bed,

She was a little too easy

She seemed so chatty and breezy

Thinking back, it makes me queasy

I should have felt more uneasy,

So I’ll start exploring the unknown

Why are the dead so accident prone?

All those poison seeds you’ve sown

Into the abyss where you’ve been thrown,

Why can’t you pull that sword from the stone?

Did you lose your power from being alone?

All the atrocities they condone

Careful, they might hear you moan,

There’s this mantra going off in my head

The battlefields upon which they bled

The starving children who need to be fed

Do you really believe what you’ve said?

Living on a stage of sight and sound

All the buried bodies have not been found

Spirits rise from the burial mounds

Peasants forced to live in their war torn towns,

There’s this mantra going off in my head

All the good men have fled

While so many live in dread

The future’s too dark to plan ahead.