Is it the lonely walks

I take alone

In this solitary

Life that I lead



Or maybe

the aching heart

Ever so longing

For lost love



Lone wolf

I tell to my

Ever curios

Soul



As I learn

The many ways

Of this forsaking

World I must



Wonder and beg so

To ask is it so

A prison I am

Weaving about?



Or it is so a

Free flight for

My lonely soul?

One day...



A slight whisper

Comes in awe

The depths of

Thinking



If I am so

Insane

I am so of

What I believe

I am.