Loner is he who has a life,
Orphaned is he of every emotion,
Dettached from blood, dettached from water
He roams around a drugged loner
Wondering why he fails to feel
Laughing along the trodden paths
Feared the mad man on the street
Loved him, "he was a baby once"
A hammer hit the little one
Awareness swept the unreal world.
The loner's life he longed for long
find did he, yet abrupt and loud
Somewhere within, he finds a hole
waiting to be filled, the deserted land.
He could not renounce, the Loner's world
The appealing world, his secret possession.
A secret code to habitualise,
a secret code that leaves behind
to break the spring of momentary desires
and every act that satisfies it all.
The Loner strives to live without, yet to not habitualise!
