Feeling alone in this world is a thing

Social distancing boy does it sting
Hooks in there like a bad trip on acid
Looks grim for everyone’s tacit

I feel so alone while love lies next to me in a cushioned bed covered with blankets
Not to mention i am privileged guiding all worlds attention

What about the homeless without shelter?
What about those who have never had felt it?
What about refugees in search for peace?
What about kids crippled by dis ease?

You are so privileged for having thoughts like these. Absorbing people’s unconditioned frauds. I am scared to see everyone being absorbed by a screen; follow that guidance all frisky and lean.

This world is not made for sensitive souls unless they connect to have their story been told. So far the distance is winning the race. Takes over in a disgraceful parade. The one that lies to you and me while everything done is uprooting those trees.

You are privileged to having those thoughts.

Word. I am a white 30 year old male what defence in my name?

Nothing.

every try would be lame, everyone else you would frame, you cannot wither and tame. You got to absorb all that shame live it until your trigger expires. Acceptance put on like in summer new tyres.

I am privileged typing these words on an apple. Imagine these words like your winning on scrabble. Who has time for games when existential fear lingers around? no more room for feeling all proud. You gonna be broken, eaten, distort and spit out. be nicknamed a hungry fraud, while the savage receives all that robotic applaud.
You are so privileged to having these thoughts well have you listend or thought?

Why am I speaking to you?

Why am I looking for purpose in a world without sense?

Which poisoned your senses?

It’s negative to hear all that clinical new track. Whack. Whack. Whack. It’s a responsibility check. Check mate mate. Don’t drink mate it’s late. Again it’s just ranting while I wait. For what though. A society to realize their lies like the sound of annoying green little flies? You know they are drawn to shit like the devil. So don’t open your Space for a quarrel. Follow through with your wisdom hunt for the truth. Give no room for social distance abuse.

You feel alone.

You feel alone.

Love only.

Lonely.

Lone lie.

Still I cannot sleep insomnia is like a constant beep. Again the alarm going off in the morning. No time not even yawning. Quick fix of you go to satisfy your bosses. Suck their balls thinking of waffles. You are muffling. I can’t breath. Is there space for sensitivity liberating us free? Lonely violence creeping the streets. There are treats to be eaten by thieves.
You are privileged. Yeah I wish.

All these thoughts make me cripple and stiff.

I am alone yet it´s all connected.