Neath swaying royal palms we lay

On sands of cocaine white to play

Cloudless skies of azure blue

The waves awash in same hue

Of angst we had nary a clue

In brown tanned skin we youthful two

Others existence meaningless

We would not have ventured a guess

There were no tests, no unrest

This was to be our lives at their best

Here we should have built our love nest

Passed the time away out of harm's way

'Til we turned back into clay

What led us away

Astray from that life of play

Damned blatant, ignorance of curiosity

Fools with noses desirous of the unknown

Heads wreaking with painful porosity

Plodding directly into the path of mediocrity

Once exposed, never to return

Life now fraught with angst, tests, unrest

We had now fostered with such ilk as

Masters of the art of mundane

Civilized lemmings in a boorish rain

A hellish refrain