Alone Again
Alone with a bottle,
avoiding the time
ticking away.
Lots of them came
but none to stay.
The bottle's gone dry.
The time's out.
I'm left with a mirror
That's blank.
My reflection is missing!
"That's the ultimate of being alone,"
said a pastor.
"No, that's freedom,"
said a tramp.
Melt the mirror,
Burn the time,
And chain me to something.
Any thing
that keeps.