Who is it that whispers in my ear?
 
There's an old madman,
Constantly muttering of doom and destruction
And it's difficult to comprehend the truth he speaks
If there's any truth to it at all
 
There's a modest, clever gentleman,
Undoubtedly of proper, British upbringing
Who by my side, advises me calmly and reasonably
Of what needs to be done for the good of me and mine
 
There's the great void,
Silently commanding my body and mind
To sink into a slow freeze
And erode into inaction
 
There's the spirit of the sun,
Who sings beautifully and instills serenity
Ushering my heart into the yellow euphoria
Where everything is alright in the world
 
And her twin brother,
The elusive creature of deep woods
Who with witty jests leads me to the green euphoria
Of happiness without restraint
 
All of these I hear
Their appearances change according to the weather,
And the season,
And their mood,
And my own
 
But all get fair representation
And despite the distinction of each
Sometimes I still cannot quite tell
Which is it, that currently whispers in my ear.