Loneliness

I look up while I’m walking, I don’t feel like talking…
I confiscated the boredom, but the loneliness is stalking…

I cheered myself, I sneered myself, within my aura, I fought…
I hustled myself, I questioned myself… What is it that I sought?

I jump to conclusions too early; still the doubt surrounds the result…
And then I’m back thinking again, Am I really that awkward cult?

Is someone on the door? Is my left palm sore?

The rhyme goes numb, I want to be dumb; unfortunate though, I can’t…
The eyes stop blinking, the mind starts thinking; I really want to rant!

Is this what they call paranoia? Or is it me acting like a mindless bloke!
If every thing’s going fine, why the presence of these thoughts which choke?

I don’t know what I want…. Or is it me against myself who’s mocking
I confiscated the boredom, but the loneliness is still stalking!

Was that the window that creaked? Was that the tap that leaked?

I searched for the remote; I realized I don’t have a T.V. …
Dreams sunk, reality’s afloat, and it’s really hard to be me…

I’ll strum some music away; that would be interesting…
The time didn’t chip away, the palm needed resting…

I’ll buffer some metal on the net, now this idea is rocking…
The boredom was confiscated, but loneliness was stalking.