Look around, aren't you surrounded with time-******* machines
Oblivious people, do they even really care about your story?
Hey, you don't need to get too far
Pause, the inner you have been long waiting

Oh dear, such emotions swelling
Grab a pen and a note
Scribble that feelings and be moved
Dwell, linger, process and be able to discover

Solitude could be both your best friend and enemy
Be careful not  fall on its trap and don't be consumed by it
But then, it is indeed a beautiful gift, not everyone could afford to have it!

There is beauty in being alone
It takes bravery to achieve that state
It could be frightening or peculiar in the eyes of the many
Neither a crime, possibly a choice