The lights went out I let out a shout I'm a bit scared and unprepared But I'm completely fine It's just the power line So I talk to you but it seems you're through you're not enjoying our little conversations which leaves me to ponder while looking at constellations As if I'm not worth a call As if I'm not there at all So I sit in the dark with no electricity Waiting on life to grant me some simplicity Why can't my mind be serene, like yours? Being the first to talk is always a chore