I will sit completely alone, my world,

hours pass, the moments are long.

When lives depend on a routine

sometimes lacking a presence

might become all we can know.

Cast lonely eyes across the room,

and everything seems as it is.

Fitting into our personal schemes,

wanting to try to define our norms.

I’m sitting on the notion of a dream,

long winding paths of prejudice.

I’m wishing on a light in shadows,

sweet is the horizon asks for peace.