when it’s joy
All I want is to share my smiles with friends
But my friends become to plastic sometimes
Too painful to bear
All I want is to share my cries
their tear glands dead
They wonder how I still have some to shed.
I want to share a secret
But no secrecy lies in their lips
I want to give myself away
But it won’t go away from me
As the day ends it’s me again
Cold, analytic and distant, living life
for myself gets along best with myself.
Lonewalker. My own best companion.