Gazing aimlessly into the night
While the rest of us
Restless and wrestling with our thoughts

Attempt to flee the nest and build our ruminations
On pillars of the mind whose strength will grant
Liberation from doubt and pain

Dismay will no longer be our name
Instead the phantom spends
Its pensive evenings in meditation

Besting temptations of fear and dread
Awake, without hesitation,
And desperate to render some use in the day

Today, he speaks aloud
He speaks aloud
He speaks aloud to make sure

Heâ??s breathing