The pace I keep, seems rather slow, to those I see pass by.
I like to walk, most seem to run, without a thought to why.
The focus of, the lives they have, remains unclear to me,
A thoughtful look, from one to me, is all I need to see.
Someone, somewhere, someway, somehow…
Won’t someone love the me that I am now.
Anyone, anywhere, anyway, anyhow.
I’m ready to live my life, and I feel like starting now.
Single folks, like single socks get tossed and disregarded
I’ve been alone for all my life, never even broken-hearted.
For just a chance, to catch a glance, for someone just to see
The hope I keep, the love I’ll share, if someone looked at me.
Alone, again, surrounded by the other kind
She’s his, he’s her’s, those are theirs, but I’m mine
I hear a chorus of duets, and I whisper back a solo
Looking out into the world, listening only for hello.
From the wanting, comes the needing, and the needy live alone
and in darkness; desperation, life with far too much unknown.
But with morning; expectation, of possibilities to come,
So I quicken, at the prospect, of a life that’s not yet done.