There I walking solitude

Alone, inconspicuous and free

Of shadow where I walk passed everyday

 

I'm very confined in my own mind

Wandering upon reality

To bestow me such great distance of such minds

 

I walk and the only sense sustaining

Nothing but pure music and dried lips of silence

Nothing but pure dimness of my naked eye 

Nothing but reality upon my gaze as I walk on by in solitude 

 

I speak loudly though I don't say anything 

Silence just runs in and out

No pain just a silent soul walking on by in solitude

 

I wish not to waste a breath or allow to murder time

Obscurity in and out as I go

Darkness just runs through me to keep away

 

Though the day maybe, bright or dimm, hot or cold

I stay beneath and show no expression upon this cancerous...

Of  what I see 

 

Sure people walk on by with glitter of disparity of their own lives with other people or maybe by themselves 

Solemnly walking about their walks of everyday crisis and lively hood

As for me...

But visible I'm loose of their eye and silence on my walk of solitude

 A ghost I am like walking through them

Though eventually I'll fall

Into the pity full pit where I lie and rest.  

The morbid and dreadful soul carries

And  I'll flow away