I lurk perfectly in the shadows
My heart beats once as I take a step
I hear each sound inside and out
Unknown I am to most
Anonymity is the end result
You see me but turn around and I vanish
It is hard to lose a six foot six soul
I am friends to none other than the moles
Murkiness is in my dark lair
Thoughts are warm but unnoticeable
Hands are cold but largely soft
Excellent insignificance is my decree
Every car passes quickly
Hour ride produces two or three honks
Back at home my indulgences start
Henpeck at the keyboard slowly as I write
The night is mine as I happily create
First light I sleep all day long
Food is bland as I endure
Poor is my struggle but I still smile
When I die penniless my verse will live on.
Note: This is about what I have been doing since a year, because once when your interest in the world dies it is very hard for someone to regain it & especially when you are alone.
