So Alone

Being alone is really a Mess. I don’t get much time for the ultimate rest. It’s something in time when I write a book. Being alone has sure made me look. At the lines that I write for you just to see. It’s being alone that is trapped inside me. What could come next if your growing a tree. How can you feed it or set it free. Will it grow with good time or die with a beat. Is being alone like a empty sheet. I really don’t know what I have to say. But I know I don’t like being alone in a day. It’s a simple Answer that cold weather knows. That being alone sure starts the shows. Your not on the TVs but it’s clear in your mind. That being alone is such a hard find. Why does it take so much away. When being alone is such a bad day. You sit and you talk to yourself in the night. You never think you will come into the light. The darkness is real it shapes such a path. But being alone you can’t solve the math. It’s only the meaning that takes it away. It’s hard to be lonely every day.