O'er the hills and far away,
Where night falls and darkness follows,
The flames of civilization,
Lay mercifully still unlit,
The chilling wind blows unhindered,
Evade the moon's softest glances,
For fear of breaking the darkness,
Of the tangible, to preserve
The blissful darkness in the mind,
Be alone and still together,
Contemplate but perpetuate,
Why does night fall but day breaks?
Is the world still as dark if none are there to see it?