I don’t walk alone

I don’t usually walk alone

But I know the beauty of solitary saunters

And I know how sweet it is to hum tunes my brain credits itself for

so I walk with my music

and my problems too

Chanting them as if to entertain the whizzing winds

Singing them as if the melodies would shoo them away,

With the incessant brrrr!s they leave on my ears

Chorusing them to the birds

Just as if their responses are solutions

Chirp! Chirp! they quip, and I sing along

There’s a solution to my troubles,

The winds and birds know,

I don’t walk alone.

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I don’t walk alone.

It all was about my fill..

I can’t say I loved those eggs

I can’t say there was anything sweet about them

I can’t lie to you there even was a drop of oil in there let alone a single onion

But I’ve gotta tell you

That, Doe, it never was about my tongue

Or about the pungency I’d create after that

Amidst all these..what mattered most

Was that I needed me a good stretch of the stomach

It All Was About My Fill

And it mattered not how much the rest loathed them

I hated hunger, I will displeased by anger

I still am.