Alone again with my thoughts running wildly.
Writing the way that I do.
You have your way and I have mine.
Distracting it was to try something new.

Variety is the spice of life.
Perhaps it so for some.
Stifling it may be for others.
If I beckon will you come?

This lonely night is golden.
For I once again feel free.
Without your direction.
I can just be me.

No telling what I can accomplish.
If I'd just concentrate on going it alone.
This lonely night makes me think.
Of all the chances I've blown.

Squandered, wasted and pitched.
Time and time again.
Countless opportunities.
Reason where have you been?

A stranger in the distance.
Standing oh so still.
I can't yet see your face.
Doubt I ever will.

3/12/2012