Solitude

I think of words to pen on my old notebook But I find nothing but birds singing lullaby I think of words to pen on my old notebook But I find myself engrossed in my favorite song I think of words to pen on my old notebook But I find myself hearing voices from strange neighborhood I think of words to pen on my old notebook And I find myself thinking to the track I shall belong I think of words to pen on my old notebook But I find myself looking at the trees outside the window I think of words to pen on my old notebook But I find myself gloomy at a certain thought I think of words to pen on my old notebook But I find myself a child deep within I think of words to pen on my old notebook But I find nothing but stating my current day I think of words to pen on my old notebook Perhaps this is my kind of solitude