Scribe, Scribble

Lost And Lone

Everything parts, leaving behind the lost and lone.

When the dusks strikes, nothing gets done to be called your own

Perhaps that's just life, button a different time zone.

Now that's something, the world has never known.

The desire to belong is wearing thin.

There is clearly no space left to fit in.

And that leaves you questioning where you've been.

Or is your existence the most grievous sin.