Curtains shut, in your room we sat, we leisurely talked

Doors were closed, the world outside ran past our mind

The skies may fall and all the crows may squawk

I wouldn't mind as long as our stars aligned

Barren lands, howling wind, an apocalyptic scene

Not one person in sight, everyone hides inside

What good is it to be caught in the storms, in between?

By your instinct and feeling, to survive you must abide

What shall I do, then, if I am caught in disagreement?

To leave my abode, my gut wrestles to go

But to stay in shelter, sensibility was vehement

My guess is as good as yours, all logic I was ready to blow