We’re exiles that’s what we are,
We lonely and happy forgotten
Are collected here.
Our thing-in-itself is a refuge
From the “real-life” tragedy
Spiraling around us.
Aye, the world is on fire
But we lonely and happy
Forgotten don’t care.
I mean… we do care, but
We lonely and happy forgotten
Don’t make a fuss.
It’s more than enough to deal
With this world of ours, this
Transcendental ideal.
So we solve our problems,
Happy, Lonely, forgotten,
or not.