I dry my tear today
we have fallen too far to cry.
I sit behind a window
never reaching the outside.
Out inside the storm,
where dead men keep their souls
and swiftly destroy the world,
that is where I should be.
Living in all isolation
is not my truest desire,
though I claim to be an altruist,
I refuse to help myself last.
but even though the world awaits,
I journey no further than the window,
in which it kept me safe,
away from all adventure.