Solitude

I stand alone on a mountain hill, Without no one by my side. I feel empty and strange among so many out there. It feels so quite inside, It is indeed lonely out there. Solitude is my friend and call for it all long. I feel the strangeness of loneliness, But here I stand, alone. My hours go waste to think about, The dullness of life. The winds I hear, whisper me to be calm, As there is hope to meet someone. The dark clouds above me, remind me Of a dull time. The time which will not change, And bring spring once again. What should I do to polish my life? Wait or find a way of my own. I remember Robert Frost, who choose a road, Less travelled and made his own path. But sometimes I also think, Is it funny and strange to be alone? Or a moment of tranquillity.