Today, no play may entertain
No jest may cause laughter
No music still my restless heart
No words strike fire in my mind
Is every act I might undertake
Merely a diversion?
A minute, an hour of distraction
Whilst emptiness waits for me patiently
Is every desire but a running from home?
A ceaseless chain of trivia
May a soul's desolation be drowned
In so shallow a pool?
And when shaking myself dry
Would the sober silence comfort?
Comfort no longer comforts
There can be no more running away