Why I'm Lonely

Saint Leonard touched a Philistine

a sacred tongue, a perfect rhyme.

But even he was not much nourished

by modern love.



So I told her everything she does is divine.

And she replied with a blank expression

an abject lesson and making me feel benign.



Then whispered, "independence and indifference

are the wings which allow the heart to fly."



Feelings I have had too often

still no plan and place to soften the inevitable blow

the rituals we know.

With the right revolting piety of tone

the word freedom

can make you want to lock yourself in a deep dark dungeon.

But everybody follows pleasure

Everybody gets somewhere

I swear

I wish I could be there

Away...



Now it's absolutely clear to me that solitude is not the same as singularity

But that's not why I'm lonely

No that's not why I'm lonely