Solitude is not my enemy,
I’ve met him many times,
sitting at my desk alone,
composing countless rhymes.
In this respect, my muse,
is in fact, dear Solitude.
People suck you up,
dilute you down,
you show off your rags,
while others get to wear the crown.
Abilities and peccadillos,
get overshadowed by the mass,
So I come here at night,
becoming clear as glass.
Solitude enables me,
to feel sorry for myself.
To love you, and you, and you.
To stand out on the bland bookshelf.
But Solitude can never last,
And rightly, it never should.
And Though it reveals my soul,
without the crowd, it never would.
