Lonely

Isn’t it lonely
when the last leaf falls,
isn’t it lonely?
Rejoining its companions in the end
on the ground, with the heap, at the bottom...
That’s not too bad, is it?

Is it lonely
when you head to the opposite direction,
is it lonely?
Doing what you desire
to be special, to be unique, to be different...
That’s not too bad, is it?

Don’t you feel lonely
when a chime seems to go without a sound,
don’t you feel lonely?
Feeling things breeze pass you,
it’s quiet, it’s still, it’s peaceful...
That’s not too bad, is it?

Do you feel lonely
when you stand alone in the crowd,
do you feel lonely?

The others; they understand what lonely means,
but they don’t know what it truly is.