Come outside; play with me my friend.

Presence of yours desired; here and away

we’ll have great fun you see! For after all,

loneliness will haunt you until the end.

A crippling old tree, a clown without glee,

Melancholy brand, resembling that of Thanatos

is what you seem to be, to me.

Isolated, the introvert, remains inside his oasis.

Just come take one step out; release your doubts.

Enter a pathway of righteousness; don’t be fooled!

Brothers and sisters, they play this irresolute tune.

I do insist, for once I was an angel too.

Repent in your screeches, to rue another day.

How I shall not perceive life that way.

Although the world is mere introspective, a stray,

I aspire to be ahead, in all of maze.

And with that I say, to all whom recluse,

Avoid the vigorous shadows, shielding you from the truth.