Hindered by a heavy heart
From hallowed hearth and home.
Separate from all soul and space,
Toward sentiment I roam.
Do I manifest madness
Inside this mawkish mood?
Am I in praise of people?
Or puppets I produce?
Frankly I find I\'m friendless,
Frozen from foe and fold,
Too tight I hold to fondness,
At least that\'s what I\'m told.