Solitude is the only place
I find solace;
Perhaps it is the harshness
Of my world
That has driven me to it.

Some may say I’ve lived
A lonely life;
But my wild nights are
Are on a small hiatus
For now.  

It is my statico tunes and
Tangerine dreams that
Sing me to sleep at night;
Weirdly enough,
They are all I need.