solitude

bore to death, feeling alone in my world, just lying solitary in bed with thousand lonely rustling words, talking to my self, steadily looking in the mirror, reflection glares dispirited at me with my mind of error, lost in the reverie, drifting ethereally, daydreaming deeply in sweet fantasy, sooner or later i'll wake up in the reality, only trying to lift my spirits up, tired of feeling low, such a sad and windy road, still don't know where to go, maybe i'm lost inside the maze or i'm floating in the foggy haze or i'm in a vague state of mind but i guess i'm only alone in love; solitude wwords by zantuangelo 15th of may, 2005