Walking the lane of life

I find myself alone once more

Left in a loveless purgatory.
Let me utter few words!
Let’s make this the briefest of moments.
Walking and talking solo.
It’s not a sign of madness!
It’s not from choice.
You have left my side.
Fortune favors the brave, my fair lady
And you will not hold the chalice of life
And sip its purity…
Believe your own mind,
Or take a chance on surety.
You are harnessed by the voluble beings,
They surround you like a loveless swarm.
It’s those that imprison your tongue!
You fear all, and yet no one fears you.
 

 

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