The world is a lonely place

Water dripping from air coolers,

A small puddle without rain.

The sweeper gathering plastic bottles,

Movement without wind.

The world is a lonely place.

People step on puddles,

Breaking the reflection of neon lights;

Some set to blink,

Others blinking to die.

The world is a lonely place.

A man sits at a table alone,

Looking at the pouring rain,

Pouring whisky into himself.

A woman sits at a table alone,

Looking at the man,

Pouring whisky into herself.

But the man

Was still looking at the rain.

There was something in the quietness,

Something that gave joy

For no reason;

Something that clears the mind

For no reason.

The man

Still looks at the rain.

Water dripping,

Water jumping to the table

Through the gap in the window.

The world is a lonely place.

But it is lonely for a reason.

It is lonely

To make us happy in being alone.

It is lonely

To make

To give is time to socialize

With our soul,

With the water dripping from the coolers,

With the rain.

The world is a lonely place

For a reason.