Alone

Always alone in crowded rooms,

Filled with egos and witches on brooms,

Crying and giving flowers to those in tombs,

We forget those who are with us in this doom,

I always say I’ll change once I bloom,

But that’s wasting my good times with those in these rooms,

Peace is not that hard, but it can feel as far as the moon,

And you can get there, just take the flight on shrooms,

Just don’t freak out once everything goes BOOM.