Walls are Closing in

If Sadness had a name,

and an end,

It would flow out of me

And drown the world

If Emptiness had a name,

and a limit,

It would come out of me

And swallow the world

If Insanity had a name,

and a definition,

It would come out of me,

And infect the world

If Loneliness had a name,

and a friend,

It would come out of me,

And envelop the world

If Memories had a name,

and a home,

They would come out of me,

and replace the world

If Love had a name,

and a soul

It would come out of me,

and tell the world,

to go and fuck itself.

But instead a tune

breeze out of mind

and despite this ruin

it feels all fine

And I'm feeling groovy

la la la la la la feeling groovy!!!