Another lonely bar table
Square clean napkins & dirty IPA
Forever free in my solitary way
A detritus of words around me
Humanity's ever flowing minutiae
Expounding everything they say
I used to worry about them all
Back in my youthful days
For back then I was always afraid
That when it all came crashing down
In this world's most horrid ways
They would all have a heavy price to pay
But what about me
Where would I be in the fray
Think I just found dismay in my IPA
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
there's a distinct difference between being alone and feeling lonely
a solitary existence may be a temporary need of personal preference
at choice crossroads in our lives path
since its too hard to hear ourselves - think
when busily juggling other's pinons: of ourselves..
a good read, thanks for sharing
I tend to embrace everything as an observer, but reality sentences me to something else entirely...
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