darkness fell from on high
and the moon rose to my right
behind the standstill pines
gazing up i saw machines far above
fly across the milky way of my forefathers
to remind me that i was not alone
but alone is how i felt
spinning and spinning out of control
in the presence of a sober, slowbeat forest
because alone is what i am
and alone is who i am
the what is nothing
and the who is nobody
i am nobody
nemo sum
nemo sum
