The Familiarty of Nonsense Words

The blanket is cold and the people are whispering, and the simplistic nature of life is overcast with rain clouds of despair,
People flock by in birds eye views into the souls of a witless world that focuses on the tasks and not the procedures,
Locked in a fight to struggle with deception and favor each other with the kindness that we can muster, forcing it up even though it should come simply,
Helplessly regurgitating the simplicity into a cataclysm of formidable talents that go wasted on foolhardy individuals,
And long lost lovers tossing and turning upon sea sick suffering captains ships that go tossing and flying against the gargantuan waves of misanthropes,
While the loud howl of a passing wind pressures the submarines to dock in the caves that rest under a rugged mountain, and hallowed out under the stairs,
Where the joys of joys reside but are buried while the blankets grow cold and the kittens cry out in the sleet and the snow, and the freezing rivers overflow,
Overcast the weather may seems, but deep above and far below the planets align and the sun spots tear apart our atmospheres,
Do not scream we will survive this ordeal, for we walked on the moon and we only did it a few times, but that's all we've done,
And all we brought back were moon rocks.