Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
LEFT ALONE
The inward silence of loneliness,
How it can drive one mad.
A touch of life to bring alive,
The joy that we need so bad.
Inward security can fade away,
When one is left alone.
A friend in need is a friend in deed,
But what then when there is no friend.
A woman's touch is soft and gentle,
And her voice can warm the heart.
But where will I find one that suits my taste,
Maybe I'm too old and stubborn for love.
It seems quite right to have a friend,
To share my thoughts and dreams,
But how absurd to think I'm normal,
When I can't even leave the house.
Oh yes I could, I'm sure indeed!
But where would I go for a time.
A picture show or maybe a club,
But how would I say hello.
I think it's best to stay alone,
And ride this tragedy through.
I'm sure I'll forget when I open a book,
But how long can you read to escape.
For there still remains thoughts deep within,
From when I once loved and glowed.
But that went away and became just a haze,
And the pain of the end still remains.
So when does it leave, so I can start once again,
Or do I really need to try it at all.
I really don't know, they say to compose,
And then maybe you can think straight again.
Oh the dread of it all, what a pain in the ass,
I'm better off staying at home.
But it won't be quite right; I know in my heart,
Until I finally find me a friend.
So I think I'll just go, to the local pet store,
And buy me a dog or a cat.
For it would give me attention, and make me feel good,
And best of all,
I know it won't leave me alone.