Who are we to believe

That we should endeavour

To sail upon the deep, blue sea

Leaving life to fully and chance

And such towering powers that be

Where successful crossing

Is but a crazed and fortunate thing

As much a stroke of luck

As it is our own choosing;

So this is how we learn

That planning,  a future we earn,

Is simply us, waiting our turn

To spin the wheel

And hope for the best,

A living of some universal jest