Something a little different. The End of Pessimism Mark went to optimistic town And left with a goal in mind Riding on the track of pride Cause no one ever told him no And if he had to ask Where would the answer be And where would it be now that the green has become brown? A thousand coins Lost with nothing found Stuck on adobe hills As high as an boundless feet Aimed for the highest deed But slid down so carelessly Now the rail is a slope And a spiral Spiraling down He slept at night on adobe hills Made of a sulfric clay He sleeps forever now C&C welcomed