Everybody is gone
As the masters of the place
Are always ready for where life takes
You being new in the place
Were left to see to self

As you sit deep in thought
Like a jury in the court
Wishing somehow to fly like a moth
“Fay”…“Fay”
This makes you sink more
Thinking it’s still the imaginary level

““Fay”…“Fay”
Much louder and faster
More than a heart’s thumb
Then suddenly brought into the present
Like a newly appeared crescent

“Yes granny”
Now back to the actual world
Better choice than to dwell in the imaginary cold
Guess I am not as lonely
As I thought I was
There is still care out there