Walking lonely through fearsome rain

A hooded figure, lost in thought

Mind fixates on dreadful pains

A modern monk, with modern haught

Watch him mumble as you hear him think

Envelops in a mind, in a world of his own

His spirits ever deeper sink

Into new desperation, past unknown

Solipsistic dreary life

No future, hope without a point

The wandering monk in thought contrite

Without a world, he now annoints

And hurries in his father's flames.

A gentle word he will not know

He lies within a shielded grove

A mind so fierce yet all hollow

This gentle monk, in modern robes