IN THE DARK OF NIGHTSIN THE GLIMPSE OF LIGHTWITH THE RAY OF FLUORESCENTI RAISED MY PEN TO WRITE
NO ONE WILL WRITE A SINGLE LINEBUT THEY ALL READ VERY CLOSELYEVERY WORD OF THE BOOKYOU COMPOSE FOR YOUR LIFE
ALONE I AMI SIT AND WRITEEITHER TOO HAPPYOR TOO SAD
SOME SAY I’M A PSYCHOSOME SAY I’M JUST WEIRDIT’S LIKE I’M A DIFFERENT PERSONAND THE OLD ME JUST DISAPPEARED
THINGS HAVE CHANGEDIT’S NOT THE WAY IT WAS‘AM I ALONE?’ IS THE QUESTION I HAVEIT REMAINS UNANSWERED AS IT WAS
I AM ETHICALPHILOSOPHICAL YOU SEEWHENEVER I SPEAK OF ITAGAINST ME THE WHOLE WORLD I SEE
PATH THAT’S FULL OF MISERYNOBODY’S CROSSING EXCEPT ME‘AM I ALONE’ IS WHAT I ASKLONELY I FEEL EVERY TIME
AS I WALK THROUGH THIS WAYHOPE I FOUND YOU WAITING FOR MESOMEONE WHO I CAN RELY ONOFFERING A SHOULDER I CAN CRY ON
MANY I HAVEHANDS TO SUPPORTFRIENDS TO COUNT ONTHEN HOW AM I ALONE?
NOTHING I HAVE TO FEEL SAD OFLONELINESS I HAVE TO SEND OFFGOOD ARE THINGS TO HAPPENWRITING HAS BEGAN
COMPLETED PARA I WRITELIGHTS MY FACE BRIGHTSMILE IS WHAT THAT COMES NOW‘AM I ALONE?’ WHEN ASKED STRAIGHT -MP
