Do I have the time
To recline
In this warm state of mind
At this hour of world-wide panic and decline?

Am I free to unwind
As someone, divine
Beneath swirling grape vines?
Do I have the spare time?

Or is my time, owed to mankind
Mending, a once hopeless divide?

Is this the time, that will surely define
Our escape from this nightmarish bind?

Or is this my time
To blissfully and quietly
Fold and resign?