The void of the day
keeps haunting me
like a shadow over my shoulder
saying things I don't need to listen to
But I keep tall and strong
as I was thought to be
like a tall oak
wet by the dew
by the non-stop rain
That falls every day
But my eyes,
they report me
report the void inside me
report the loliness that I mask
I mask as solitude
And keep going
tall and strong
as I was thought to be
