I have a question to make
For so long it freezes my mind
Don’t know how far I can take
Anxiety is turning me blind

Scientists don’t know the answer
Physicists have only a guess
Doctors pretend to be clever
Monks are embracing stress

Give up
Forbear
Surrender
You cannot count your hair

That’s the truth
No one can do it except the bald

NASA is crying for help
Nobel has raised the prize
Oxford has nothing to tell
Vatican declared unwise

China arrested their whiz
Russia still running some tests
Britain spying on greeks
America is no more the best

Give up
Forbear
Surrender
You cannot count your hair