Searching for a meaning in a fog
Am I something more than just a cog
A bursting wave begins to roar
Pressure from the seas
Crashes on my knees
And then rolls off
Feeling like a servant not a boss
Reason the result of a coin toss
A deeper pit begins to form
Frozen in arrears
Joy has not appeared
Or even knocked
I feel so cold
A swollen cloud begins to warn
Churning through the years
Absorbing all the tears
To leak a drop
I feel so cold