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