There seems not much cause for cheer
When I find myself in any company,
I who have strayed too far from humanity
In my mind and heart, nay, in my very Being;
Mankind is too engrossed in the here and now
And I who can see deeper into what drives us
Despair at how little heed the people pay
To what will come to them as part of destiny
And carry on with their merrymaking
In inanities of various kinds as strikes their fancy
Satisfying their thirst to grasp life, lest it flow away.
Know Thyself 