The Prisoner of Solitude

In the lazy motion of time
Down a lone road long
A gentle breeze whispers, 
A solitude stretches on.

The world calls appealingly,
its glamour and glitz teasing.
But you fill your moments with the solitude
you've learned to find pleasing.

The reminiscence of happy times,
Grows distant each passing day.
Yet the end of the lengthy road
Is illuminated by no ray.

But worry not, O prisoner! 
One day there shall be no confines.
You too will have wings as Icarus's
And no fear of how bright the sun shines.

Sing in glee; 

Let the world see 

You were never so quiet as you seemed.
For the loudest are often those
That are voiceless deemed.