Oh, I am sad and broken, like 
The intermittent waves that cross 
The frozen sands of straggling winter; 
I am homeless, lost and seemingly evermore 
Sad and broken.

Oh, I am one and many, like 
The friendless waves that stream 
Across the lifeless shores of empty cold; 
I am all and nothing -- all that is, and 
Nothing that could be. 

Does this span and upset 
Portend something? 
Or, are emotions just things 
Sent to remind of us of 
Our inherent insanity? 

Am I all things, 
All broken things, 
Or does the prism of my thought and heart 
Break the light before it 
Can warm me?