Stopwatch Utopia

People running everywhere hardly turning 'round to notice time fly by.

Upwards, downwards, going nowhere, bleary eyed but optimistic.

Showing up at work on time, day by day mistaking more

(more and more mistaken days)

Contemplating trans-mundane rhapsodistic Lotus-Eaters

In Arcadia all is well: This is Stopwatch Utopia.

Visionary, dereistic, tainted glass: who can tell?

Orthodoxy suits us well, burning wreaths in my remains...

Orthodoxy suits us well burning wreaths while I remain

Here in Stopwatch Utopia.

Timepiece running out of spring, Springtime lapses into Winter, Fall gone by.

Roses turn to flaming bush, reformists claim no fire is Holy

Conjuring up tales afresh, leaving room for diaspora,

Vanishing the World still turns

Claimants sing the sweet and sour freeing scapegoats by the hour

In Arcadia all is well: This is Stopwatch Utopia.