The stars twinkle in the sky
As the universe shifts from day to night
A symbol of time's never-ending cycle, yet
Their blades whirring in the lonely night
The world moves on, but one is still
A prisoner of one's own mind
Trapped in a cycle of despair
With no end in sight
The darkness creeps in, like a thief
Stealing all the light
Leaving one alone in the night
With nothing but the endless plight
The turbines keep spinning,
A constant reminder of the isolation
As the world moves on,
One is left in the desolation.
