Current mood: 
COMPANY OF SELF
Observe the desperation of the loneliest of folk
None to share their joys or tears
None with whom to pass the fleeting years
What makes them so? What was passed over…
Who do they long for?
Are their hearts now bittered…Where did the time go?
Seems like but a day
Now so many years have come and
Quickly gone away
Do they ever find comfort
For the ache deep within?
Do they ever feel regret
Remorse for who they might have been
How does one know
If their destiny is to be alone
How can a body cope
With the awareness of lonely nights to come
I’m not afraid to be alone..
At least I don’t think I am
But I’d love a friend to grow old with
If its written into this plan
Observe the desperation of a lonely heart
Kept company by self
Placeing all thats meant to give to another
To collect years of dust on a shelf…
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