Grabbed a paper and my soul
Didn't intend to write this queue
Searched the storm deep within
Found the eye, it leads to you.

Stumbled up and around
Scrunched up by that something
Looking around the weary hole
Found it's all for nothing.

Here I am still bound to that
Silly me, I've got it bad
Cursing you unending thunders
For that something — something we've almost had.