Yet never a passenger

 I am a man who is unable to swim,
watching a world drown.

I am a cellist on the titanic,
- it is already too late to study naval engineering,
so I commit myself even more to the melody.

Whose fault it is,
or why things started,
or how things got this way,
the importance of these things sort of disintegrate-
-when it is multitudes of human lives at stake.

Besides,
its nothing new,
literally patterns as old as time,
different faces, but the same damned design.

I've protested,
I've prayed,
I've fasted,
I\ve changed.

But none of it matters against the face of the great wave of change. 
The terrible torrent of time which rips and snaps and torments the hopes and dreams of men.
Even our rebellion is a mere force,
 weighed and measured, all accounted for, within the great swing of the universal pendulum.

For now are the days of Saturn.
Now are the days of strife.
Now are the days of constriction,
restriction,
and plight.

Let Joy,
not happiness,
be your guiding light.