I can feel it!
You, and you alone; in a darkness of your own!
Murmering to yourself,
Analyzing the things gone wrong;
the things you could have set right.
I can hear you murmering, in a voice so quaint
That your fire has been extinguished
That your light has long gone.
But don't you see?
Don't you see the rest of the world,
Walking in the brightness of a light that you have spread?