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...
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