Fuck my short mortality;
all the things I'll never see.
I wait so long for things to come,
you argue the economy.

Fuck our non-progressive minds
achieve so little in one life.
We know the possibilities,
but plan them so far off.

Fuck the world of unrealised dreams,
of scientists on ego trips,
conferences, printed sheets,
of stature, name and place.

Or maybe just fuck me instead
then at least something will come of it,
at least something will feel fulfilled
in this strive for nothing world.