When you are all alone,
Are your thoughts in a prone?
When you stare so deeply at nothing,
Are you so busy frothing?
When your eyes see space,
And your mouth softly says,
What do I do?
What do you do?
When your ears hear calmness,
And your nostrils smell stillness,
When your head finds its solace,
Do you fiddle in your palace?
When the cardinals are bolted,
And doors can no longer be jolted,
With passing seconds, minutes, and hour,
Do you ever remember that final hour?