Solitary
Working solo I find my rhythm
White noise humming through my thoughts
Existence is tranquil
No voices to drown out the clarity
No distractions from the focus I crave
I build from the ground up
Structures shaped by my hands alone
Each step, though slow, feels deeply mine
A solitary journey toward something greater
At times the silence becomes a weight
The walls I’ve built feel too thick to break
Ideas circle like restless birds never taking flight
I am both the painter and the canvas
Progress halts where two voices could have spoken
Two minds could have met
Collaboration is the key I lack
The bridge I can’t build without another's hand
Still I press on
Knowing the loneliness of creation
And the beauty in forging my own way
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