Selective Schooling

Solitude carries a sackfull of loneliness
Waiting to escape and creep into your skull
Like lice scuttling through an empty night
So there you sit, a dark pile of stink in blinding floodlights
Or yellow on purple, orange on green...
Whatever the colors, they are contrasting, and you are alone
The difference between being alone and being lonely
Lies in the decision making, it´s really rather sentimental
Did you want this, do you like yourself, your own company?
Or are you empty, abandoned, an old and falling grey warehouse?
Full of memories, the drunken spirits of those who have passed
Is your hair grey at the roots, can you run?
Or do you take the easy way out and spit your secrets into the toilet every night?
Calmness is the key -
Lie to them, pretend to be interested in their polish and ruffles
Lonelineness comes with honesty
Or you can decieve yourself and make friends
...I refer to them as "drooling acquaintances"