Dear cosmofunnel,

I have been away, down a dark and stormy tunnel,
But I return to you, dear cosmofunnel,
To spill my thoughts in rhymes and verses,
To escape away from all the worlds curses.
Existence is dull when you have no purpose,
No joy to fuel a mortal furnace.
The days are long and full of tedium,
I am not a witty comedian.
I cannot disguise my turmoil in jokes,
The world would know it was a hoax.
So here it is laid out bare,
I am unhappy, I’m sorry to share.