Loneliness, it blurs the lines of true attraction.
For a moment in time, you’re in the cross hairs of satisfaction.
Loneliness, it’s not too scarce,
It lies within us all, a vital force, tumbles out with a push.

To be lonely, is to be the one and only.
The conspiracy of happiness is what drags us.
But I digress, from the path that I am connecting,
Because, the eyes of the lonely, is not few and far between
It’s translucent, and likely to be seen.