Imagine the world being down Making you feel like a clown Refreshing your sight To see if it might… …return to normal To be back in view From what was horrible Into what you knew Maybe it will never return At least, not the same way Maybe it'll burn That's what doomsayers say But, why listen to them? They're absolutely no fun Their thoughts amount to phlegm Their spitting is never done But, return it will All in due course So, for now, get your fill Call a friend, water a plant, ride a horse Do whatever you need To make you feel whole For when the world returns It will need your full soul