Seneca The Stoic

I was sludging through the snow. Saw a golden light from a candlelit bar. Clapping laughing inside. I was dreaming of going back in time. BODEGA played the back in what seemed like a lifetime. Sad situation when disguise yourself. Now it's cold calculation. Can't surprise myself. I was riding in a van. Saw a ray of light from a speeding train cut through the dark night. I was feeling low though I was then high. Hadn't heard from myself in what seemed like a lifetime. Sad situation when disguise yourself. Such a sad situation when despise yourself. Such a waste of time to feel bitter. Waste to feel a bliss. Wonder what evolutionary reason for melancholy is? And sometimes get so rolled out Hate the sound of My favorite music. All notes and songs sound the same And beauty seems a cliche. It's such a waste of time to feel bitter. Waste to feel a bliss. Wonder what evolutionary reason for melancholy is? For melancholy is? Seneca the stoic whose name's on the Footlight reminds me To take the sting and the bite of the bleakest night. Reminds me that soon I'll too be yearning for this night. Reminds me that soon I'll too be yearning for this night. Yearning for this night. Seneca the stoic whose name's on the Footlight reminds me To take the sting and the bite of the bleakest night. Reminds me back then I too was yearning for an earlier night. Reminds me I too forgot how lonely was that earlier night. Reminds me that soon I'll too be yearning for this night. Yearning for this night. Yearning for this night. Yearning for this night. Like I was yearning for this night. Yearning for this night. Like I was yearning for Yearning for this Yearning for this Yearning for this yearn.