Desperation re-united

Leave it to the poet.

He does that better.

Expressing the feelings.

Of a lonely soul.

One big planet.

One lonely soul.

One long poem.

Bugger.

The narrow bent of his psyche.

Has complicated matters.

For the lonely soul.

The more he tries to figure it out.

More he gets.

Figures in billions.

Nobody is asking for an explanation.

Yet they keep on explaining.

This is this that is that.

Fuck man just shut up.

Let me write something.