Solitude

My days are fast and my nights are quiet

growing weary growing tired

feeling like old age is catching up

never wired

I decided I dont mind it 

never thought of refocusing myself until I tried it

Maybe a recluse, solitary confinement

For years I denied it 

Told you I had to get used to my climate

Solitude is the best type of private

My sleep is so peaceful

the nightmare has been hiding

and I dont want to find it 

my dreams have been silent

Started to get off track 

I just needed an alignment