Life in Grey-Light

Is it really that bad being alone?
Forever same old same old solo zone.

So we’ll never get to fall in love.
Life has many another treasure trove.

If we are always awfully alone,
we keep breathing so its not oxygen.

And if no babe is to carry our name,
those that spawn die just the same.

Truly it’s terrible travelling alone?
No steakhouse serves lonely ribs under-done.

And if it’s more than miserable being alone?
The cinemas have just fine seats for one.

So we haunt hollowed out houses each night.
Morning returns living, life in grey-light.

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