Dear Wilhelm

Why do I feel like this? 

Empty, melancholic, sad and tired?

Everything else is mild but I'm so resigned...

Why,

When everyone around me is so nice and lovely?

When things are fitting and matching and resolving?

I cradle myself into the night then it's noon again

How come this is still hovering?

I watch the dew dry and little poppies are withering

But soon enough they are reborn and their unveiling is so keen

All these endeavours to catch meaning

Into dales of psychedelic waves

So much to be seen

Got a morsel, but I'm still sheer here.