Life, the big distraction How it weaves around all that lies deep within It's all but one fraction and this fraction in itself to life feels like a sin
The emptiness. We all know of it To our yearning, its empress Nothing ever seems to fit Right where emptiness sits in its grand old throne room
A loneliness. Both residing in these enormous halls with nothing there to impress Even they can't keep each other company for they're one and the same only wearing anothers name
I listen to my favorite song Let me read this book that's been sitting on my shelf for so long Maybe I'll go and buy these flowers I saw the other day Wouldn't they look just lovely in my living room, I say how sweet, how good, all is well in this calming simplicity I dwell til the sin seeps through:
only a distraction; nothing will ever fill nor forever keep what it hides the room where empress emptiness resides