Alone, surrounded by the multitudes no doubt,

Cities on the horizon, gay voices screaming happily,

But alone I am, without the touch of my one true love…

Passed by, millions seeing me but not,

Noticing me only for a second, back to their thoughts,

An ability to transcend my loneliness was never taught,

To be with and feel a part, that the lesson that is sought…

Time to leave, time to forget them all,

Watching from my perch, I do inside ball,

From overhead I can see millions more,

I feel a poop coming on, maybe on that guy screaming fore,

Ain’t life anything but an endless bore…?

© ed ~ 11/3/05