Lone

I’ve never known a mind like mine

That runs at night and sleeps at noon

Which feeds itself on dead men’s words

While haunted by my own unsaid

For should I meet a kindred soul

Unmoved by fear but drawn to love

I worry that we’d pass on by

And never learn each other’s name

As I was born with no clear map

No guide to live nor love, alone

I wander -- fearing those I meet

Creating distance in my wake