snowing on the sun

everything's confused & everybody's crying
we can rage all we want but the dying of the light
has just begun
the parts are greater than the sum

as life just lurches on, no explanation
so gather round, people, for the exhortation
to have fun
pretending you're still young

the revolution's here & it's still ongoing
it's just that we participants are all unknowing
& we're dumb
there is no better world to come

we've been trapped & held hostage by our best intentions
our struggles will be over & all our battles
will be won
when it's snowing on the sun