Another Lonely Poet
lonely by choice
dances to a differet drum
hears a sirens voice
no time for all the bullshit
that you would put him through
no time for love or loving
he's better things to do
Another lonely poet
sits up alone at night
his muse inspires him constantly
he always has something to write
his time goes by so quickly
another day is done
Another Lonely Poet
hasn't had any fun
Another lonely poet
sits and waste his time
creating fake situations
writing it out in rhyme
days go by so quickly
he never has to move
his muse keeps him inspired
he's lost in some strange groove
Another lonely poet
tells tales of love he lost
writes about lessons learned
and about at what cost
you'd think he would know better
after all that he's been through
but he's happy to sit and write
there's not much else he wants to do...