Your brilliant minds have taken the universe and thrown it away.

Eternity

One Syllable

Since when did you get so isolated?
You cannot make life simpler,
But accept it must be complicated.

Giving nothing, taking nothing,
Only breathing, only breathing.

They keep ripping out this suture,
And the delicate task begins again,
To build again the confidence,
Just enough, until the next time.

Watching numbers,
And fearing failure,
Creating fortunes,
Or wasting time.

In the end there will be a cloud of regret.

Kind of a remix of David Attenborough's Gamelan recording from 1956,
with a swathe of ebow and a sample of a creaky gate to add to the melange.