DETACHED

The years have passed, his smile has died

And he’s nursing a void in his heart

When he ventures out to get a drink

They tell him to make a new start

So he sips his ale, plays with words

And leaves the party just when it’s fun

Then goes home and drinks some more

Till he remembers nothing and no one.

There’s a world where the preachers don’t reside

Where nothing comes attached

He has a home in that cold little dome

He’s Distant. Detached.

The evangelists of Happy keep shaking him off

Some others feel cheated and spurned

But through it all, he’s like a wall

Quite consistently unconcerned

Over the last few years, he’s gotten worse

And today, his gut is splitting with pain

He wants to cry, to laugh and speak up

But all he does is pull the chain

In a world where stories make us all

He’ll always be that mystery mismatched

And theories may fly, but no one will cry

He’s Distant. Detached.