It is impossible to find in
Today’s world they say,
Vultures prey on it
No matter do what you may.
A sea of people surrounds
Wherever you may go,
But solitude creeps in
Moving slowly while keeping low.
A magical world is then created
With emotions playing hide and seek,
Inundated by a sheet of desolation
Yet comforting like leaves of teak.
The border between company and loneliness
Hard to find which is what and yes
Even harder to choose.