when I’m alone

a book on my chest

tripping to the other realm

living as an island

by orating with myself

 

ranting ideological arguments

only I could comprehend

another petty reason

to be a lonely island

 

computing numbers

supposed to be evidences

of toil and labor

in creating memories

 

strolling thru written gossips

while waiting for the next class

imagining good-willed fantasies

for my good-willed crush

 

having quality time

with Ely, Raimund, Marcus and Buddy

along their timeless youth propagandas

plot out in accurate melodies

 

when I’m alone

no one listens

no one bothers

no one is hurt

no one is loved