Thoughts For a Wednesday Morning

How low is lonely, how deep is down?
How far is away, when you're in a strange town?
When your own breathing is the night's only sound,
How low is lonely, how deep is down?

How much is many, how little is few?
How much of me has become part of you?
Now that I've lost what I thought I had found,
How low is lonely, how deep is down?

I think I need to pull back into myself for awhile. It's safe there....most of the time, at least.

-Jaydog