Solitude
Detached from it all
Blown away by the four winds
Off in the distance having no true friends.
Under the cover, searching deep inside
For something to believe in
So you no longer will have to hide.
Not willing to give a lot
You give little then pull back
Loneliness is part of the job
At times for this you are glad.
Not having your two foot perimeter invaded
You solitude is spared
When loneliness cuts to the heart you are scared.
Crack out of your shell
Break outside
Let the four winds carry you from whence you hide
Attach one to you and others will follow
Draw them all in, live for tomorrow.
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