Alone Again

Here I am, alone again.

Been that way, since don’t know when.

Get that way, when I’m shy.

Will be that way, when I die.

We only connect, but for a moment.

On our celestial paths, full of foment.

We only savor for a day.

While our time, slips away.

And then we are off, into the blue.

Of what is me and what is you.

Alone with our dreams.

Alone with our schemes.

Until we can clearly see.

What’s good for you may not for me.

I see, and I am alone again.



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