I walk through this warehouse
Abandoned and alone
The roof has rusted and corroded
Now my pants are *****
From the metal standing still

The Man ***** me of who I was
Before I even knew who I was

I never had the chance to become
Something no one else could be

I'll never fulfill the dreams I sought
For those dreams aren't even mine

My wants are the Mans' wants
The Man wants everything except me

But the Man ***** me of who I was
And now I'll never know who I could be

Shifting sands blow in heavy breeze
Grain by grain they sway effortlessly
As if gravity bored their coarse cells
In unique directions they flowed
Unique, being an individual
Not one grain is the same
Together sand is one
But with a touch of wind
It is free
If only for a moment

Loneliness is real
It's too real for you.
If you think it can be cured
By something so obvious.

Not all loneliness is solved
By family and friends,
Food and meditation,
Love and compassion.
Though wholesome indeed
Are your thoughtful words
If they were true
Loneliness wouldn't be heard

For the lonely aren't lonely
Because they're without something;
The lonely are lonely
Because their mind is ill
The lonely need help
Not aimless distraction