Loneliness

Blackness,
All is wrapped in blackness.
Covered overall,
Blankets of blackness.
Can’t even see my fingers in front of my eyes,
Moving like ballet dancers in slow motion.
And the sound reminding me of bugle calls,
Hurricanes my heart into commotion.
But waiting is never wasted time
But waiting is never wasted time
…Is never wasted time.
Even loneliness is full of life,
Loneliness itself is full of life.
Waiting to be discovered.
Even loneliness is full of life,
Loneliness itself is full of life.
Waiting to be discovered
Waiting to be discovered
Even loneliness is full of life,
Loneliness is full of life.
Loneliness is full of life.
Loneliness is full of life.
…Waiting… to be discovered.
Even loneliness is full of life.
Even loneliness is full of life.