Have you ever had one of those days
where you'd just lie in bed all day, curtains down,
as you feel your soul and body parting ways
while your mind dissolves into the darkness all around?

In melancholia it dissolves, attuned to sweet nothingness
as you grasp at shadows lurking from the past
and then so sudden, oh so sudden come bursting from the emptiness
a whisper this melancholia will never last.

What the eyes see and the ears hear, the mind believes.
Mens agitat molem, in words so solemn, the magic dust that weaves.
Mind moves matter, or so they say to bitter end,
yet does it matter if the 'matter' is something the mind can't comprehend?