Alone Where He Is Poem by Ibn Ali

Worn dreams lean, exhausted
In anticipating fulfillment grew old
She married, had kids
Old friends move
Bigger houses, newer cars
Now he's alone where he is
So quick to blame fate
Convinced it wasn't written for him
He never strove, determination needed him bold
And he needs effort in good measure to make it his
There's a rumble in his chest
A moan to make known his distress
Another year passes, another day goes
And he's still alone where he is
Close the faucet, take the batteries from the clock
Their constancy is poisoning me
Old beams in new homes
New paint on old walls
Who are we pretending to be
Recollections well rehearsed
Practised to perfection
Devastating everything real
Synthesise reality
Yet he's still alone where he is
I see the stars tonight
They don't seem far tonight
If I stretch they seem well within reach
C'est la vie
Such are dreams
Such are things we can't control
Yearning in looking up
Forgetting that underneath your feet is gold
Choose life then live
You won't be alone if you dig