I used to think that
anyone would feel alone,
in the middle of everyone,
at least from time to time.
There is no crime
to admit this, miss
or mister, no blister
or invisible wound,
no secret fund,
if you don't mind
the blind can find
their role quicker
then a pink mole,
the sole
purpose of the last tortoise
of Galapagos, you know,
made us ready to sow
the seeds of discord,
wand or sword,
there is not much to say,
but hey, there is no magic
in this world,
at least not anymore.
Am I a bore? Before
I can answer to this,
mister or miss,
forget my bliss,
but then solitude
is preferred to loneliness,
is my guess.
Be my guest!
Let's go on this quest,
and do our best.
No interest,
no way to the forest,
no way back,
just going forward
to the fancy ward.
Do not forget the bard!