It is in good solitude,
My pleasure lies.
In my long walks,
My soul liberated.
In my dimmed warmly lit room,
My place right.
But not for you,
You want everything;
All in the opposite styles.
Childlike,
Yet too serious.
Too serious,
Yet childlike.
This is the plain obvious
we stand on.
Through time,
Through experience,
Through love,
We may collide again;
Still never sure,
But desires have won over fear.
Meanwhile,
Enjoy the crowd,
Sitting still,
Or dancing
Under the disco ball.
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