A Lonely Seeking the Unlonely

Life has an unseen, funny side... more thrilling than a pony's ride; am I so discouraged and doubtful without a realistic insight, to give upon my half-won battles, and the people who seem uncaring? But does it mean that no flame is burning, and the hands on the clock have stopped moving; how long have you known me and didn't see my woes? O friends, I don't mask myself under disguise, and I don't hide beyond the false smiles to genuinly express myself; anything I say or do is a pure delight and surprise! Externally I may seem friendly and affectionate, but internally I churn the bitter reality of my plight: a lonely seeking the unlonely on the edge of a cliff, where his voice is stronger than the hot wind; a fearless voice echoing amid the massive and rugged canyons of the desert! Come rain, and soothe my thirst with your raindrops, wash my hands and feet that need to rest after the longest and remotest jeourney; in a dark cave, I will find refuge and by the crackling fire I'll sleep! And peeking through the shadows, I'll see many stars twinkling to keep me company; and what else, beside this guitar can cheer up a lonely seeking the unlonely? Huddled under this warm blanket, I'm too confortable to go hunting, although I'm hungry; beer and chili are enough to fill up my belly until light shimmers through the thick fog, then would I feel like a lonely seeking the unlonely...if the pelting rain inspired a song? Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci