Some sort of strange idea
Evolved infinity
Ended cerebral
With loss of lust to know it all
Can't you see him now
Limp minded anyhow
Intone a monody
To celebrate lack of joie de vivre
Joy of living
How can I get it back
There's no need for therapy
Modify intensity
Don't turn cynical
What ought to be just quizzical
Can't you see him now
A nihilist somehow
Inflating tyranny
Of reigning mediocrity
Don't deceive yourself
You underrate the problem of being on your own
What you need is room for two