aren’t we all alone

each one of us

in our own loneliness

or are we all together

into this singular loneliness

 

aren’t we all alone

keeping in tune with loneliness

into this unique lone universe

keeping in pace with ourselves

 

aren’t we all alone

trying to huddle with loneliness

seeping in more of this loneliness

judging by mere appearances

 

aren’t we all alone

deep down trying to reach out

looking up to bare sky

trying out garbs made up of sly

 

aren’t we all lonely

baking a meal out of rye

cooking bones covered with hunger

raking coals with watered ambers

searching for unknown

 

looking up to Gods

created out of sturdy hands

with brains emptied of trust

devoid of faith

in the garb of alien deities

that were erected while

all of us had been senile…