Nature slips a message into your pocket
but mostly she is ignored.
You say "how lovely the natural world"
and then turn your back to her.
Nature slips a message into your pocket
and you throw away your pocket
along with the message.

in a room full of people
my heart lingers of loneliness
as the shadows of my fingers
turn into one soulless silhouette.

intertwisted skin solaced in warmth
dreading my own happiness
like a painted smile
with all of my pain
underneath it
a southed yearn dying north
urged to lead the madness.

Nothing is happening,
Nothing is happening,
Nothing is happening
Too many times.

It is sad,
And sometimes it is mad,
When the colour of hope is red.

In this world,
Friends and enemies are about a right timing or a bad timing,
Or because there wasn't time at all.

Use to being alone noticed some have it all, and not happy. Always on the outside looking in accepted not always going to belong, or fit in. Always try to understand before coming to terms with that's how things are with certain people, or events.