lonely

I met a young man talking to himself down an empty road. His young soul looked old Laughing at times Taking to himself. Normally people walk and talk even laugh most times! When showers of sorrows rain down as arrows. Our souls so lonely, in motion as we walk and talk_ alone on these lonely road. This young man I saw walking and talking alone on these lonely road, Could have been your or me walking these lonely road, worried of our souls existential... Never get lost Walking and talking alone, along the lonely road. Different stages, different demons.