For some, bondage... others free.
Sometimes, silence is din,
Others, its were thoughts begin.
Alone time and me time... they aren't the same,
One is selected the other is lame.
How to be lonely if never forsaken,
You cannot have tasted, what you have not partaken.
Always there? I can't touch it or taste it.
Just because you can't see it, doesn't mean you can't waste it!
So what can I do, in my time with just I?
Realizing "by myself" is really a lie.
Alone but not lonely, faith is the key,
When belief grow eyes, then you'll see...
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