I live in a land of 10 million souls

It seethes and churns with 10 million woes

and every heart breaks from the load

of the weight of sorrow that none else knows

O how can I be so dreadfully alone

with so many others within a throw of a stone

I hear their voices in an unending drone

With ears gone deaf from apathies grown.

I thought myself a clever jewell

With witty words with which to duel

But found in the end I’m but a fool

A loathsome wretch upon mushroom stool

I know not what brought me to this end

My inner strength blown with the wind 

left cast adrift in my own sin

Wondering alas what might have been

So shall I live by dawns new light?

Do I have the strength to stand and fight?

Or do I succumb to my mental blight

And stay forever in the endless night.