How happy is youth!

Are you annoyed by how old you look?
Does it destroy you to see that second hand?

Don't you think being the spectator is the worst?
The viewer is better beyond belief.
Down, down, down in the spectator's darkness
Smoothly it goes: the most important, the finest, the highest.

The shaggy truth sings like pink flowers.
Now woolly is what you need.

Young people around the world choose between love and rubbish.

So why do you ask if they choose the true if everything is so confusing?

The spectacle is the autonomous movement of the non-living.

Are you upset by what you see?
Does it destroy you to see the knockout at least?