In solitude... There's constant talk of the moon And incessant wishes upon stars Each word is cast unto paper Unsure if they'd stretch that far
In solitude... I embody pelts of droplets from the sky As thunder mark the seconds that would elapse Stagnant puddles of liquid dreams Ever flowing in endless traps
In solitude... I feel the urge to lose all balance Aloneness beckons like a long lost friend Always strange but familiar To see and be at the bitter end