Signed by a Lonely People

In a world of lonely people I have my cell phone and no one to call. So close to all I have and no one to share.

In a world of lonely people, I have my house built of bricks and sticks on lands of lonely hands. People walking by, waving as they pass, racing to beat the mass of lonely people.

In a world of so many lonely people I have no one to hold, no one to read these thoughts to, hugging my pillow in a leu of a person in a world of lonely people.

Don't cry for me dear world of lonely people I have my own tears to console my soul - no other lonely people to make me whole.

Today I saw a world of lonely people. I closed my eyes to fight my very last tear, during the last one I said this is my year.

I open my mouth hoping to say something that will catch the attention of a world of lonely people. As I dance through this world of lonely people, softly grazing the essence of those I see - stealing anything, borrowing whatever I can use to allude a huge, immense world of lonely people.

Trying not to be all I have become, trying to reach back for an innocence that's been lost, hoping to find someone to blame for the thing I cam - a lonely people.

Reach back to enjoy the ignorance, foundation of my bliss, the age I miss - the age of young.

I stare at a reflection that I never thought I'd be - this can not be true. but who are you to judge when we are two of a world of lonely people.

So take my hand or ride my back as we soar through reality, manipulate the truth not to lie...down and accept what is - - not to just sit and take the repercussions of what could be our most grave mistake - living in a world of lonely people.

From lonely in the womb to lonely in the tomb. I wish things were different of even just easier to bare.

Close your eyes let me meet you there - in a dream as bizarre as this may seem. No you can't come save yourself - be more than I have in what you've built in a world of lonely people.

By Andrew J Dorsey
December 6, 2007 - 9:43 p.m.

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