IN THE DARK OF NIGHTS
IN THE GLIMPSE OF LIGHT
WITH THE RAY OF FLUORESCENT
I RAISED MY PEN TO WRITE
NO ONE WILL WRITE A SINGLE LINE
BUT THEY ALL READ VERY CLOSELY
EVERY WORD OF THE BOOK
YOU COMPOSE FOR YOUR LIFE
ALONE I AM
I SIT AND WRITE
EITHER TOO HAPPY
OR TOO SAD
SOME SAY I’M A PSYCHO
SOME SAY I’M JUST WEIRD
IT’S LIKE I’M A DIFFERENT PERSON
AND THE OLD ME JUST DISAPPEARED
THINGS HAVE CHANGED
IT’S NOT THE WAY IT WAS
‘AM I ALONE?’ IS THE QUESTION I HAVE
IT REMAINS UNANSWERED AS IT WAS
I AM ETHICAL
PHILOSOPHICAL YOU SEE
WHENEVER I SPEAK OF IT
AGAINST ME THE WHOLE WORLD I SEE
PATH THAT’S FULL OF MISERY
NOBODY’S CROSSING EXCEPT ME
‘AM I ALONE’ IS WHAT I ASK
LONELY I FEEL EVERY TIME
AS I WALK THROUGH THIS WAY
HOPE I FOUND YOU WAITING FOR ME
SOMEONE WHO I CAN RELY ON
OFFERING A SHOULDER I CAN CRY ON
MANY I HAVE
HANDS TO SUPPORT
FRIENDS TO COUNT ON
THEN HOW AM I ALONE?
NOTHING I HAVE TO FEEL SAD OF
LONELINESS I HAVE TO SEND OFF
GOOD ARE THINGS TO HAPPEN
WRITING HAS BEGAN
COMPLETED PARA I WRITE
LIGHTS MY FACE BRIGHT
SMILE IS WHAT THAT COMES NOW
‘AM I ALONE?’ WHEN ASKED STRAIGHT
-MP
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