Solitude may be a gift to any less than lucid mind--
A morning drug to purge my thoughts from restless night,
And a nighttime pill to slow the daytime grind.
But alas, here I sit alone, overwrought in isolation’s plight--
For the more I sit alone, the more my qualms take flight.
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 11:52 AM UTC
Solitude may be a gift to any less than lucid mind--
A morning drug to purge my thoughts from restless night,
And a nighttime pill to slow the daytime grind.
But alas, here I sit alone, overwrought in isolation’s plight--
For the more I sit alone, the more my qualms take flight.
