rooms

A thousand times I've stood in a thousand different rooms

Inane boasting from fools echoing around the room, these mouth-shaped megaphones one-upping each other with their exaggerated stories that still manage to remain banal and jejune,

In the process they'll be stealing my opportunity to find something of substance, their noise pollution hijacking my eavesdropping on the few potentially genuine croons

But yet, I never feel lonely at a time like that.

I see those fools for what they mostly are,

And most the crooners too,

I'll watch them all and know to myself, we have nothing in common at all, and I'll stay happy with that.

Who once talked of being in a crowded room and still feeling alone had only touched the surface of being lonely

To not suffer fools and keep your circles small makes you if anything pragmatic

To find one in a crowd and not feel at one, you can simply walk away from.

The true form of loneliness once comes seems to never stop.

Of all the souls that I've lost,

Beyond the loves, the ghosts, the friends and even foes,

It's myself I find losing haunts the most.

Most loneliness isn't too hard to solve.

You can join a club, get a hobby, practice as a tight end,

You can just walk out of a crowd and mosey home,

You can cut off bad friends,

But when you look in the mirror and you don't recognize the man staring back,

Or you feel you've lost a loved one when you see yourself in an old photograph,

That's the truest loneliness I've ever known

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