Chapter 585
Only The Lonely
When one looks into a mind
What is there to see
Are the contents a prison
Or what sets one free
Each day turns into the next
Life drearily grinds on
There are things to enjoy
Until one day they are gone
Sometimes the path is dark
It is easy to lose one's direction
One may look in the mirror of life
And realize there's no reflection
Which way is up
Which way is down
Is anyone little more than a clown
Or are they worthy of wearing a crown
When the words call out
Are they heard by few only
Who is there to hear
It is only the lonely
Nobody
