In the silent realm of self and sky,
Alone I stand, not asking why.
A choice embraced, a sacred space,
Where solitude unveils its grace.
Yet lonely lurks in shadows\' plight,
A whisper in the quiet night.
A fleeting ache, an unseen tear,
Longing for connection, drawing near.
Alone, a fortress, mind\'s retreat,
A haven where my thoughts can meet.
Lonely, a transient, passing gust,
In the corridors of hearts, it must.
So, in the dance of self and crowd,
I navigate, both silent and loud.
Alone, the captain of my fate,
Yet not immune to lonely\'s weight.