The Ledger of Light

Speakers calibrated. Hydrangeas... hydrated. It’s a beautiful day for a balance sheet. Let’s see... Bakery output... Efficiency at 99.4 percent. Perfect. The sun is stuck at high-noon gold The story here is bought and sold With a silver stylus and a steady hand I map the peace of this perfect land Check the ledger, check the square There’s a smell of sugar in the air If the math is right, then the soul is still And we owe it all to the Great Big Well! Oh, All’s Well that Ends Well! We’re checking every box! We’ve automated heaven And we’ve lubricated locks! Keep your Wellness at a ten And we’ll never see the dark again In the town of Endswell Where the sun refuses to set! Wait. Resource 7-0-4? Listed for an Ending tonight? But the score is a 9.8. This... this is a discrepancy. The math is stubborn today. The criteria is clear and cold For when a citizen grows old But this resource here has years to give With decades left for them to live! I brought the error to the hall To show the Warden, show them all But the Warden smiled a surgical grin And told me how the gears must spin! The flowers don't grow because of the sun, Julian. The sun stays because of the flowers. And the flowers need high-grade contentment. The Well is hungry. The Well doesn’t want the broken ones The failures or the fakes It wants the very best of us To keep the sky from flakes! If we gave it only scraps and rust The gold would turn to grey and dust! The teeth are grinding deep below The copper tang begins to grow! I see the people swaying slow In a rhythm that they’ll never know! If a 9.8 is the price to pay To keep the darkness far away Then the Director has one final task To give the engine what it asks! Oh, All’s Well that Ends Well! The ledger must be clear! I’m a perfect ten, I’m the best of men And I’m ending my career! Correct the error, clear the ledge I’m the only one who can balance the edge! Entry... All’s... Well.