Braver Is the Lonely One

Braver is the lonely one Rare it is to see the sun All is played inside a home Vast is sleep; he sleeps alone Eerieness, the air is felt Random thoughts indulge lost help Inner child has been so grown Slowly knowing death's a throne Time is numbing to his mine Hands are aging; thumbing lines East is near, but West he wants Lonely is the braver one Ode to me!: he thinks a many None to which he thinks a plenty Every word is to himself Lays awake to sleep his yelps Youth has seen how time is felt One is braving the lonely Never knowing if he'd just... East and West become his only...