The tired Sun in his lonely sky
Must forever strive
To brush the darkness ahead away,
Though it gathers in behind.
So must a man walk the path he chose
Till he finds his truth
And here am I, once again in my
Sublime solitude.
There is a tide in the scheme of things.
I require no proof
For here am I, once again in my
Solitude.
Through crowded streets I walk alone
Feeling nothing, nothing in common at all
And it has been this way all my life.
It would be easy to blend
But I can't bend.
No, no, I could never change.
Could not, would not,
Should not.
I'm amused by it all
Yet I cannot be small.
The quiet Moon rides among the stars
Yet remains aloof
And here am I, once again in my
Solitude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Solitude can be the most wonderful thing - - - or the most miserable. It depends on your attitude. I like this poem. It makes you think.