Loner Poem by Pierre Rausch

Doors, these doors, these
Could never ever open
World these, world these
Could slave away slowly
Portals of entry
Today, could be closed
Every-time, left alone
His resistance to change

Girl, you, girl you
Distract no ignorance
Girl you, girl you
Will you never ever meet
Occasion, left alone
His resistance to change

World, this cosmos
Could blossom into posse
No freedom and cosmos
His struggle is broken
He is a Loner, he has no roots, a loner with roots