Mine is an ode to ecstasy,
No place it has for nostalgic tears.
A silence so musical, never again I know I might hear
But I’ll have a shot at diplomacy,
Mine is an ode to ecstasy!
A flickering flame life-an indefinite lease!
Used to feeling good, I take no unease,
for what persists today must tomorrow cease,
too short a time to grieve some unrealized fantasy
Mine is an ode to ecstasy!
Life will be a trade with every usual shade,
through toxic, tedious waters, I shall have to wade.
That fragrance so sacred, never might I feel
But used to secret raptures-I’ll break not my policy!
Mine is an ode to ecstasy!
An excuse this world and its intoxicants
Sinners all lost, lost all saints,
I too shall be lost, or pretend to be.
That symbol of an “ought”, I’ll no longer perceive,
but I too must now learn, the art of hypocrisy,
Mine is an odd to ecstasy!!
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