Lonely Only

Amidst of joyous merriment sitting lonesome in solitude Own shadow as company at a tether's end fortitude With none of any inclination for any indulgence to ignite Reminiscing all times of yore with so much there to excite Am sure all the ones cursing for me to be in such a state Are not any better removed caught up in a similar spate Wishing me the incarceration burn themselves in distress Penitent of caused anguish but can't rise up to confess Current phase just transitory and so the inhibiting situate Just means to ultimate end for lost verve to regenerate Ticking of clock being cyclical once again will turn around The present notwithstanding would've broken new ground Fresh unions and space anew intrinsic zest which enhance The day where is full of magic and eve with touch romance