So much beauty in the eye

Of he who looks up to the sky.

Where exactly in the past

Did I start to lose my joy?

Do I miss my faith, my trust?

Lately I just seem to cloy..

My horizon is so flat!

I don’t need an empty speech,

I know all of them down pat.

I want my darkness to bleach!

Warmer clothes and warmer thoughts,

At least that’s what I’ve been told.

Tea, which filled up tones of pots!

But why am I always cold?