Of course you feel alone
People don't show when they feel bad
Scrolling on your social media
No one shows imperfection
Or the reality of the world

Of course you feel alone
There is no question in
"Are you okay?"
But a cue to say
"Yes"

Of course you feel alone
Because people cover up their scars
Are wear their masks all day
It's not just you
7 billion at least

Of course you feel alone
We're told
"Don't cry"

Of course you feel alone
If everyone is scared to be honest
Because we have a different opinion
We all might end up lying
Just like the other day
When someone told me
That they actually liked the book we read in class
As if it was a crime
And she was the only one
...
Three other people told me that

Of course you feel alone
And even in that
You're not
I'm right there with you
And so are billions of others
At some point in their lives

the engine hums for the call of the small constellations
that twinkle when catching their gaze up above
the lone biker chased the fading road with no warning signs
which is an endless line where time intertwines
both delicate and cruel to unravel
through the shadows that creep in the darkness
memories start to stir in a spiral motion
the old withered echoes whispered in soft voice
sounds of laughter, love, dreams that where once bold
have now became fragments of a folk story being told before
the throttle twists tightly in disgust
leaving the tires to burn with smoke rising
a path started to appear soon ahead
and with an uncertain turn the lone biker rides through hours
that blur and blend within a mixture
a journey past leaving a road to mend
with each mile questions began to float in the air
questions of who they are
and who’ll be there waiting for them
the past was a weight that for sure can’t be shed
and yet forward pulls where souls are lead
the silence sings of battles fought
where moments are lost and lessons taught
the future was a road to the unknown
but with each rev there was a realization that they aren’t alone
in the rhythm of the ride
they soon find a solace in the shifting winds
the past was a map of twist and turns
and so the future awaits as they return

Two strangers crossed paths in the quiet night.
Not knowing company was arriving
One came wandering, lost in thought,
The other seeking what dreams had not brought
they sit side by side on an old bronze bridge
their was a slight moment of uncomfortable silence
No words at first, just a shared, still air,
A bridge ahead, an unspoken dare
They sat side by side, the world far below,
Where rivers whispered and time seemed uncertain
and so it began the stories they’d never forget
their shoelaces were dangling in the air like rhythm
which began to tempt the ocean underneath them
suddenly the tension breaks from the pigeons squawking
leaving the bats hanging under the bridge to blow their cover
and retreat away swiftly to the north
suddenly one of them begins to clear their throat
“Throughout my life I used to believe…,” one softly began,
“That life was a map, with a clear, steady plan.
But paths can falter, and dreams mislead uncontrollably,
What do you follow when hope concedes?”
the other looked down at the ocean gazing into their reflection
Then the other replied with a wistful smirk ,
“Well I have chased the horizon many times
till I could run out of my pitiful breath.
from what I learned life ain’t no straight line,
it can bend and it can sway with elegance,
to me every day there will always be a puzzle of choices to make.”
their truths laid bare onto one another
soon they began talking about love they’d lost
and burdens they’d bear on themselves.
sometimes a laugh would slip from their lips,
then some inner silence would rise once again
As the great ocean below seemed to answer it all.
the hours blurred into the creek of dawn,
Two strangers once, now have created a bond under the moonlight
By questions, by laughter, by their shared insight.
When they rose to leave, no promises were even made
Just a simple salute to the bridge and the night they stayed.
because of those fleeting long hours
Two lives had changed by a quiet power.

And though the old bronze bridge might never return
since the overall structure will crumble to dust in the future
The stars remembered, the river would churn
Two souls met once under the midnight’s reign
and though they parted forever, yet somehow they still remained