Maybe I'm Lonely

Maybe I'm lonely because that's how it's meant to be

Enjoying a good book under the shade of a maple tree

Thinking. Because that all the lonely want to do

Looking up over crisp summer fields as the wind blows away all we knew

And it's true.

All I can seem to do is think about how alone I really am

Putting my thoughts into words, and damn.

All that comes out is a poem that should probably be rapped

Working in this liquor store has my mind taken a few leaps back

To this simple music

Depends on who views it.

Poetry has kept me lonely in the corners of my mind

It's that taste for the romance of a different time

So I rap this poetry as it flows off the top of my lonely spine

I'm alone, all it takes is a push for the entire wall to come down

Stone by stone.

Support is always there if you are truly alone

Because you don't want it.

Even if it's all you have you don't want to flaunt it. Because you're tired

Wired, with visions of a stagnant future of cold and answered expectations

Sitting on the floor in front of your isolation

By now it's apart of your reputation.

There's no consultation prize for where we are

Lonely people should have their own planet amongst the stars

Because we know what it's like to sit in a room of the darkness of yourself

Putting all your hope on the top self

That you attached onto the maple tree

So we don't have to move from the uplifting scenery

Because it's lonely. And we just want to stay where we are

Peaceful, that's where we are.

There is literally no other place the lonely want to be

Because believe me.

If all you have is peace being stuck in the desert doesn't seem so bad

Except it's a field, and everybody already knows you're sad.