Lonely

When you're upset, you always run, To a train, tram, or taxi. You don't value anything anymore And you yell "mercy" as you run. When you're worried you play with change, Which is ringing in your pocket. You will braid your maiden's hair again And think about a new plan. You often eat alone, Restaurants, cafes, even on the street. No one will honor you And you will slouch more. You usually text your friends, Or you are sitting enthusiastically on the web. You use their services, When you don't want to go anymore. Lonely – written on your face, "Lonely" her friends whisper after her, Wind snow sweeps on an empty street, The lights are out again in your house. Booze can't warm your soul, And the bar won't be a warm home. Will you turn the music down again, And you will dream of the unknown.