In solitude my thoughts bait me
Like a pack of dogs with no reason
Thought after thought
No order
No sense
No purpose
Just the restless mind playing games
Scenarios like the minds eye is a stage
Playing the day back
Past situations
Alternative outcomes
A reality based on make believe
A waking dream if you will
A counterpoint to the nightmare life can be
So is it really solitude
No not with the thoughts
The thoughts of the black dog.