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