Alone


A pack of wolves is built for survival,

Isolate them and they will crumble,

Yet distance the dwellers and the lovers,

You'll only find them moving on.


The phone calls minimal,

The streets are quiet,

Everyone is afraid of it all,

All of them say they are fine but lie.


Are we afraid of ourselves?

Are we fearful of others?

All look at the future so uncertain.

Everyone wants to know it's fine.





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