Boy who came in from the cold
Wet and shivering steps into
The warm, swaddling waters
And there's a light in his eyes
For that first moment when he feels
Relief flood into his body and mind
Is what holds every fiber of interest
Soon after, he is gently unaware
Neither joyous nor scared
Too comfortable, too blind

They who are in danger must survive
And shifting between states
Feeling the whole world change around you
Is what it feels like to be alive
We always want something more
But we sink into blissful death
Complete relaxation of the senses
And distortion in the passing of time
Endless monotony, soothing suburbanality
Banal philandering of the essence we hide.