Some days, I’ve no one to talk to,

Not even myself,

So, I sit and write,

Or just cry, with self,

Alone, at night
 

I stare out the window,

At the sky, the birds, the trees,

My world runs in motion slow,

Like the last one left on a chess-board, a lone piece

I walk, I sing, I dance sometimes,

I read, I laugh, I learn sometimes,

I pray, I like the gray sometimes,

But a red, a green, a yellow would be nice sometimes
 

The sun shines like a light bright,

Bathes everyone with its glow,

Like a writer at work in the night,

Letting his blood spill onto the page below
 

Time runs in front of my eyes,

Before you know it passes you by,

With no greetings, no goodbyes,

It’ no one’s friend, no one’s ally 

It’s got God’s orders to obey,

When today comes, you miss yesterday,

When it was yesterday, you wanted today

 
I look with my glasses on, and without,

If I want to get lost, I take them off,

The world’s much clearer, and not,

I do so to find myself, not to loaf.

Not even myself,

So, I sit and write,

Or just cry, with self,

Alone, at night.