Alone
I am an island onto myself,
Quietly I sit in a sea of humanity
Moving all about me in rapid obliviousness
There is a quiet peace to it all;
As the boiling sea of motion churns around me,
Hoping to see another like myself
An island born in contemplative silence
To stay the immovable object in a world of hustle.
A constant in an evolving universe.
Yes; the lonely life that is mine still,
Proves to be the twisted comfort in an uncomfortable state.
Yes; madness, now it seems, to be with each passing thought.
My only friend, the tide comes and goes with structured fluidity
As it teases me…
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