Solitude Solitude, rushing in like the sea, pushing into every space, overwhelming, changing the level of place between what can be breathed and what now lies, submerged, beneath the wave-licked ebb and flow,

The doorway in my mind is a metaphor The doorway in my mind is a metaphor The long street that winds, and vanishes Into the mist, a question still unanswered From childhood—or

Stolen, forsaken Moments created in time Seconds turn to hours

You Can’t Force It You can’t force it, you can’t cause it You can’t make it happen just because you want it You can’t shape it out of