Caught in a brainstorm
Fallen under a hailstorm
Wintry is my heart
Summery is my mind
Wasted is my soul
Wandering among seasons alone
No companion to be found
I am no more sound
On a planet of my own
I live in sweet peace
Far away from hoot and loot
At me, there is none to shoot
Yet I find not what I seek
Here, there is nothing to keep
Me needs to find a way
To thwart my fall astray
Straying thousands of miles away
Exhausted, I stop and to God I pray
To take me on a long holiday
From life, I'm its poor prey
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