Alone.
Something so numbing, to know.
Not seeking attention, draw back from the crowd.
Alone, no reason to be proud.
Body and mind are combined, and that's fine, but your body's a machine driven by your mind.
Your soul stands idle, confined,
To body and mind.
Walled up, the soul is alone.
Every thing to share, but a lack of interest is condensed in the body and mind of every one you find.
Their souls are preoccupied.
I cant blame them.
Mine would be too, if only.
Perhaps, a tap on my walls will follow soon.
Perhaps, I will walk against the desert, alone with the cold and the dunes.