Some sort of strange idea
evolved infinity
ended cerebral
with loss of lust to know it all
Can't you see him now
limp minded anyhow
Intone a monody
to celebrate lack of joie de vivre
Joy of living
how can I get it back
There's no need for therapy
modify intensity
don't turn cynical
what ought to be just quizzical
Can't you see him now
a nihilist somehow
inflating tyranny
of reigning mediocrity
Don't deceive yourself
you underrate the problem of... being on your own
what you need is... room for two