How to be Alone


How to Be Alone

People ask me: Lefty, how do you do so much alone?

First step - pick a place - it's just you and your phone.

The park, coffee shop - you, yourself, and a mug

Your arms can hold you too if you're in of need a hug

Next step, different place, but it's you and a book

No one knows if you're reading, so who cares if they look?

This time, don't scroll - let the clock 'tik tok'

Next thing you know, you spent hours in your new reading spot

Now, pick a movie, no one knows you're by yourself in the dark

And if they do? Who cares, they might just be playing the part-

- of someone who isn't lonely

They might think that you're brave

But it's not about them at the end of the day


Truth is you're not afraid of being alone

You're afraid of looking lonely

and that vulnerability being shown

You are all you have at the end of the day

Who you are deep inside will never go away

Don't get me wrong, it's hard, and everybody needs friends

But are they worth it if you lose yourself in the end?

Do you know who you are?

I mean when no one is there

Or is all you were focused on - one or two stares?

When you are out with a group, welcoming others is nice

But that person on their own may be having a great night

Approach people only to add to their life

They know their alone, so make sure you act right

I'll choose alone over mistreatment

But I always wish you well

You have to be alone to heal

to stop hurting others, and yourself

If we are both minding my business, who is minding yours?

Stop stirring up mess, tackle some of them chores

by yourself sometimes, only if you're physically able

Next thing you know, dinner party for one at a beautifully set table

I do this for me, you gotta do it for you.

How to really be alone?

You start.

Ain't no step two.

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