The Lonely Six

Behind the railway my way lies  

Into the deepest fog.  

There is no doubt in my eyes,  

I'm running like a dog  

To something new. I fly alone,  

As usual, you know.  

But why do feel like I am clone,  

Who's dying very slow  

On path to happiness of mine  

Because of losing sense,  

Emotions, feelings, endless shine  

Of hopes and dreams? A fence  

Of fear is disappeared. Oh God,  

I'm free, but price was high.  

Now all society thinks I'm odd,  

It's deaf to hear my cry.