Lately I've felt so lonely
like crumpled up paper
I know time will change
and the crumpled-up paper
will change
and bloom into a flower,
My crumpling is followed by enfolding--
I need a change--
it won't happen sitting in this garbage heap.
The pain of loneliness has visited me before
followed by more joy than I could hold.
my positives foaming over and away.
I know this will come
but I can't speed the process.