Unexpected solitude is rarely fun
to have plans and then be the only one
who shows up at the time and place
the whole thing gives me a downcast face
and I sit alone still as can be
and frequently my thoughts turn to me
but this time feels different from the start
cause I remember I’m not the only one in my heart
I have plenty of company inside
the depth and breadth is deep and wide
the experiences and individuals that are there everyday
drive the loneliness in my solitude far far away
so the purpose of my solitude is spent in reflection
and self-pity is acknowledged as vain deception
for the restlessness in my heart is stilled
when in silence I realize how my heart is filled