On the shortest day of the year
I felt the beginning of the Fear
of the flight of time and the frailty of flesh
I felt the long arm of the longest night
I felt confusion frustration and fright
The dark suspicion that my karma would never mesh
In the evening at an affair
I stepped out for tainted air
And pondered the uselessness of vice
But I kept up nevertheless
Another day I thought I would address
All the changes, another day to pay the price
Just another fall from health
Another year escapes by stealth
And I made sick no doubt by avarice
Will mumble and bemoan my fate
the wisdom always comes too late
or so it seems in the long night of solstice
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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