Imagine every morning without a sunrise,

Every delicacy without salt.

Imagine every evening without a sunset,

Every mistake being your fault.

You would think there’s something worse but this one leaves a mark,

There’s nothing worse when you lose your spark and end up a poet in the dark.

Imagine a week without a weekend,

Every day being just the same.

Imagine a party with no one there, and

Everyone’s glad you came.

You would think there’s something worse but this one leaves a mark,

There’s nothing worse when you lose your spark and end up a poet in the dark.