The world has been graced with the ever so ethereal sunlight
What a shame it is to never see it in sight
To sulk inside the cold walls like a zombie
And miss the sun shining so brightly
With eyes so sore but cold as ice
To ignore what the sun can suffice
Stuck inside, a prison of oneself
Tucked in, hidden in a hard shelf
Coiled alone in isolation
Avoiding whatsoever humiliation
Alone in the corner drowning in doubt
Contemplating what the sun is all about
