Alone
Sitting alone in the shadowy shade,
After I made the permeable space
I must wait for the others for the darkness fade.
I appear first like the ace of spades,
In deep thought, but a pure facade is on my face.
And I’m still sitting alone in the shadowy shade
If there’s time I turn my memories into an arcade,
Matching the past movements against problems I faced.
When the others come, the darkness, the arcade, the memories fade
Sharpening the mind till it’s a blade
Ready to slice down any problem that enters this place.
For right now, I’m waiting, and sitting, alone in the shadowy shade
I hear the others coming by their unharmonizing echoing serenade.
The others flip a switch and instantly the beams race,
Why must others make the darkness fade
I was like a galactic dark sage,
The darkness in this space was my place.
I sat alone in the shadowy shade,
Sadly I waited for other to make the darkness fades
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