He stands alone, but I'm the one who's lost,
The bitter melancholy stains my lips.
Upon his turbulent ocean I am tossed
The tides, they tear and rip.

When I did think we were two parts of one,
Two words thought I, on one collective page,
Then one of us was bounding to run on,
And leave the other in a righteous maze.

And of the good that I have thought to teach,
He looks away, for he'll have none of this.
The happiness that I do love and preach
But pain, he finds, is bliss.

Now he, alone, in dark will stand
Stayed by the immovable man
Cursed now by his flippant air,
The nature which had led him there.