Alone is a mood I don’t feel like.

I want it for naught, you know.

But bachelorhood ever has shaped me

Allowed me to wise up and grow.

I’ve never thought much about aging

Of what I will do when I’m old.

And what of the war I’ll be waging?

Will I take on those battles alone?

For me, time is very much finite.

Not much of its sand left to fall.

And tho that I act like it’s alright

I’m still waiting for someone to call.