Some sort of strange idea evolved infinity ended cerebral with loss of lust to know it all Can't you see him now limp minded anyhow Intone a monody to celebrate lack of joie de vivre
Joy of living how can I get it back
There's no need for therapy modify intensity don't turn cynical what ought to be just quizzical Can't you see him now a nihilist somehow inflating tyranny of reigning mediocrity
Don't deceive yourself you underrate the problem of... being on your own what you need is... room for two