being alone

Deafening silence, sometimes I ought to surround myself with this
Just to let my heart and mind think
I miss those times when walking nourished my soul
When just pure lurking around inspired me

Those times when staring at falling leaves meant a new poem
When looking at children playing felt nostalgic
Capturing each moment seemed like writing stories that will infinitely last
Everything has gone by so fast and smoothly

I cant seem to keep up with this fast phased world
Sometimes I feel like I'm even losing who I was before
We live in this world where constant change is needed
I hate to say it, but most often, we conform

Maybe that's why ever so often,
I would choose to just sit still and wonder
Waiting for thoughts to come by
Those moments when being alone meant bliss

Being alone meant I could write something new
Being alone meant I could hear my own thoughts
Being alone meant joy to my soul
Being alone meant creativity could flow

Its awesome to wander around people,
To learn about them, to know who they are
But there's just this accomplishing feeling
When at the end of the day you belong to you.

You realize everything that's happened
And tap yourself in the back
Bliss. That only you yourself can give.
Maybe this is self worth.