When All Is Down

When all is down and come to nought The path we take is rarely thought To end in more than misery; And what more can we prove to be Of something eyes can never see. A street of dirty dreaminess A green-tinged lane from nobleness Has stretched perception up to this But left our feet in mud; Swirling patterns, burning atoms, Molding minds in raging matter Heat upon heat The shameless stars Make life a thorough melting pot That raves at nightmare pitch Binding a body tight