"Alone. All Alone." Poetry singularly unparalleled.

Pretty little creatures
We all are
Who has time
Shaking the rhythm
We unfold fortuitously
Tracing our steps
Who has time
To shatter limitations
Tell me now
Bold we are
But are we
Bold enough to
Shape up to
Our own standards
Forget about others
We are cruel
Enough in singularity

Shared are moments
If we chase
After the approval
Of others beliefs
We leave ourselves
Empty of worthiness
At the fall
Of the words
Shattering beliefs whose
Veluptuosness could fulfill
Us devoid external
Forces so unequal

Singularely we strive
Plural unparalleled fortuitous
We think so
But who can
Alone. All alone.

Photos taken in March 2018 by thekeyhasfoundus. The first of myself in Schiphol Airport, the Netherlands, and the last three in or over Dublin, Ireland.