Thursday 6 July 2017

UPSTAIRS WITH THE INTROVERTS

I am upstairs with the introverts
There's no one to hold our hands
And although we're all sitting we all know where we stand
And none of us will be disturbed by enemies or fans
For solitude isn't loneliness at all
Not at all
No, solitude isn't loneliness at all

I am upstairs with the introverts
It is where I choose to be
There are times when I want no one to be sitting next to me
For its only when we're with ourselves that we are truly free
For solitude isn't loneliness at all
Not at all
No, solitude isn't loneliness at all

I am upstairs with the introverts
We all watch the world go by
Only upstairs from this window have I access to the sky
This is as close to wings I'll ever get
And learning how to fly
For solitude isn't loneliness at all
Not at all
No, solitude isn't loneliness at all


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