Despite being surrounded by a crowd,
I feel isolated.
One is the lonely number,
Even though I am a half of two.
My footprints march through the sand,
Separate and distinct from the others.
Ploughing a lone furrow isn't a problem,
I enjoy my own company,
I just can't share my soul with the world right now.
In time,
I will open up.
When I'm ready.
For now, I'll carry on as I always have.
Dancing to my own song,
Singing my own tune,
Waiting for someone who also knows the music.
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