By the fireplace of personal wellbeing

We are sitting and champing some chips

We are watching around, but not seeing

All we do is giving good tips.

And the cold outside is unreal

Someone’s dying there - it is not us

We are speaking of bargain and deal

And are passing by them like a bus.

And engulfed into sweetness and sleep

Real warmth is only outside

Cold possesses us into our deep

When for others we no warmth provide.