Amidst the dismal alleys,
And the melancholy streets;
Against the bitter batters
Of foul tricks and feigning treats;
With scarce a trace of shadow
On a walkway or a wall-
For being alone, unseen, unknown
Is the hardest thing of all.
Beneath the rays of sunlight,
And the shimmers of the moon;
Against the strain of languor,
Aimless as a stray balloon;
In want to e’er be sleeping,
And be but to dreams in thrall-
For being alone, unheard, unknown
Is the hardest thing of all.
The breezes conjure freedom
Through the boundless blissful sky;
And though the will be present
There much lacks the way to fly;
Consistently cliffhanging
At consistent risk to fall-
For being alone, unbacked, unknown
Is the hardest thing of all.
Downtrodden by the wayside,
In the potholes of despair;
Without a silver lining
Either on a wing or prayer;
And e’er a walking shadow
Waiting on tomorrow’s call-
For being alone, adrift, unknown
Is the hardest thing of all.
-EDP