Catharsis: 365 days of poetry

102: some quiet thinking for the soul.

Thoughts from a loner,
alone from the world then.
Being alone does not mean it is over,
I am just lone to the burden.

Many skills comes around,
practice patience being one of them.
Loving the quietness and its sound,
preach love at its certain.

Me becoming aware of
the things that do not add up.
Nothing to beware of,
but blessings are to be glad of.

Knowing the human mind,
its charms and conditions.
Biding my precious time,
working quietly in my ambitions.