Alone

Alone, Alone at night, My legs, Feel hot as light, And I sit, I sit alone, On my own, At night to reflect, Are they correct, Are they direct, I only know, Are my reflections in a row, No one knows except me, No three he’s or she’s would understand, My head is my land, It’s not special or grand, It’s my thoughts, They tend to not go across, Who knows what is my source, I don’t have to force, As I sit alone, I may have thoughts They are unknown, And as this the end, I go to my bed, I rest my head, And go to sleep And I don’t wake up, From the deep.