My Fellow Companion, Solitude

Solitude, a cool breeze far from the raging winds. The mundane journey between the start and the end An oneway path which leads nowhere. A cry for the young while a sigh for the old. I feel lost like the child on his first day at kindergarten. Might it be the longing for a private space? or the longing to stay far from the maddening crowd? or is it the mask wherein lies my conscience? I feel lost like the falling leaf on a fine autumn day. I search within my conscience the tide seems far to tread, the interest seems to fade hold on life seems vague.