I chant the days and nights gone
In the good company of none.
I campaign for the presidency
Of myself over myself.
I doubt if I'll ever win
Being inconstant as the wind.
I speak nonsense in the presence
Of juvenile innocence.
Absurdity I jovially compliment
When it draws outrageous comment.
I dance with wolves and sleep with lamb
Of mundane life I don't give a damn.
Rarity is the thing I much long for
In a world of obscene vulgarity.
Insanity, sanity cleavage.
Loss of identity.
Loss of clairvoyance.
Could it be the real motive
For this indescribable world rampage?
I chant the days and nights gone
In the good company of none.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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In the loneliness we get energized by many ideas. Thank you for sharing.
Yes, Si Abderrahmane, Being alone helps in getting the muse working for you! .