Escaping Isolation

Meandering
Nowhere to go really
Isolated
Alone
No one around
People everywhere
Not a soul to be found

Wandering
Don’t want to be here really
Not isolated
But alone
Surrounded by people
No real friends here

Drifting
Though lands of fancy really
Restless
Emotions of wind
Conscious absent

Searching
Friends in my imagination
My imagination my reality
Blind

Nomadic
I hate truth really
Give me life

Roaming
Let me keep my friends

Meandering