At first , the rage and anger make us live
The energy inside those feelings’ s strong
But when nobody else receives or gives
We feel that to this world we don’t belong.
The numbness, the paralysis overcomes
We see the clock but have no urge to eat
We must impel ourselves while feeling dumb
To stagger to the kitchen with its meats.
In the morning, wakening from our dreams
Of Leonard Cohen singing as he smiles
It’s hard to follow any plan or scheme
What to do with all these long meanwhiles?
Paralysed by an illness or disease
All alone, the love inside can freeze