From this gloomy state, I can't wake up.

Yes you have tipped over my sacred cup.

I'm trying my hardest to keep moving on,

But the paper my words were once written upon

Entices me to write so much more,

Like the sands beckoning waves to shore.

So I just continue on, though I try

To stop filling these lines with why

I feel the way I do...

About us, About we, About me, About you.