For a moment I almost thought
my life was normal
the beings in my life caring
my restless soul finally developing
into something more bright and daring
but everything consisting of happiness
always seem to be an illusion
the false light of
a brighter dawn.

So I'll gaze up at the sky
let a tear or so
or a thousand few more
course down my cheeks
then I'll crawl back underneath
my secluded rock
and wait for the universe
to end so that
there will be no one to
judge me so that
I may finally crawl back out.