I’ve been infected by a bug

Of heartache and despair

Full of turmoil,

Born of the air

With change all around me

I stagnate inside

Soul torn into pieces

Crumpled with pride

How did I get here?

I wonder out loud

I did nothing different

To stand out in the crowd

And so I struggle forward

Limping and weak

Trying to continue,

To turn the other cheek

I drink deep from the fountain

That flows clear all the year

And hope for new strength,

An abscence of heartache and fear