How busy you are,

In a city the same,

So detached you are unnamed,

And home is so far,
Often you’d break,

Vacating your abode,

Gratefully you came abroad,

Dismissing your fate,
Rebelling against everything,

Fighting with your very own source,

Fighting even with remorse,

Constantly searching,
One does wonder,

What do you feel?

Do you take time in anything?

Sitting on your throne too long will make you numb.