No Need For Sequels

I'm alone now on waves of terrible nostalgia
For places I will never see again
And perhaps never really knew in the first place
Only this pain in my chest to keep me awake~

I've swallowed the raw promises of life
Chasing each bitter mouthful with fine wine
And living hard within a silence too deep to define

There's no way to see past these walls tonight
How many miles now separate us
How many trials, verdicts and appeals?
A confused wind knocks at the window~

Then a voice of reason from my bedside drawer
Thoreau is expounding his pondless lament
With a comb for a table, and a sock for a tent