On Being Alone

on being alone without the touch nor sight
on being alone in the darkness full of fright
on being alone with so little hope in sight

but being alone is not what I always was
there were friends, special friends, loving friends
romance and candy, dimmed light, touching and fancy

problem was I walked to the beat of a different drum
the songs I sang, the tunes I hummed
seemed to be different than the rest of the gang

I've always wanted, forever dreamed
of a life I was never able to obtain
for if I had the answers I'd know how to play the game

I guess I was clueless, not shown the way
left to write my own roadmap, know the road that I needed to take
but couldn't find my direction, as there was no one there to light my way

wives and girlfriends there was two and all so few
expectations ran high for them
for me though, no one showed me how

so when they went away looking for someone else
I thought it might be a good idea
to be alone with myself for the rest of my days

but be careful what you wish for
because the package delivered and unwrapped from under the tree
might just be a book not ordered entitled:
on being alone: once there was you; now there is only me