Laughing, talking, shouting, screaming
Bursting crackers too
Merry people close by
Why must you disturb my slumber?
The somnambulist that I am
Walking through life in a daze
All you people close by
You must have better things to do
Than heighten my sense of alienation
It is official now: I hate festivities.
When did I last tell you that I miss you?
Or did I ever?