How eerie when at night the power’s out
And even all the street lights have gone black:
It fills you with an existential doubt
That maybe daylight never will come back:
That moon and stars will nevermore be seen
And soon the darkened Earth will start to freeze
As towards death all creatures will careen
Despite our desperate measures, prayers and pleas.
But then the power’s back, the lights come on
And everything resumes normality,
While in the eastern sky a glimpse of dawn
Assures us that another day will be.
Still, in the largest cosmic scheme of all,
The whole shebang is destined for a fall.