I was basking in the sunlight
Now I'm shivering in the dark
I feel a mist descending upon me
That I can't shake off
Surrounded by many, blessed with plenty
Yet, I feel bound by the shackles of empty
As if in a cauldron I've been locked
To roast and stew in my own thoughts
I try and reach out, I try and beckon
I try and beckon to passersby, but I know not how
I come out the cauldron not me
Now the mist is settled
I know not whether it will lift.
