The mind at leisure but not at rest

feels trapped and cannot up and go

because the world is a cold, dark, lonely place.

The man laid low by the thoughts he has

can only wait for those thoughts to pass,

because the world is a cold, dark, lonely place.

Feelings that come beyond one’s control;

feelings that will one day go,

because the world is a cold, dark, lonely place.

Cold darkness screams at a ray of light:

Leave me! I want to be alone, alright!