Why am I hungry While I sit and eat my food? And why am I cold Bundled up by the heater? Why do I tell him, Aware that I'm not alone, "I think I'm lonely."? Am I supposed to fall When now I've grown wings? Or am I to crawl When my legs can walk again? I thought I could see With eyes opened to the light, But darkness returns. Is it just me, or is this The empty, chilled night Where loneliness is granted As effort's reward? When will the new flowers bloom Where I planted them? Will I stand alone again, Like I did before When I fell back on nothing, Lost in confusion? Or will this dark be broken To bring me dawn, eyes open?