But See It's Never Really Dark

If want of breath keeps me in chains of gold, 

With each and ev'ry pulse my heart would cry 

Out to the heavens, free me from this cold, 

For warmth on my horizon I descry.  

Those who would understand me I must  seek. 

Amidst the crowds, I'm left in solitude. 

My aimless comprehension names me meek, 

To dwell alone within the multitude.  

My laughter is a balm for loneliness, 

Not absolute, yet painful is my state. 

To wander round like this, not happiness. 

Must change my course before it is too late.  

Solutions?  My heart knows what's truly dear, 

All's fine and well I know, so I'll not fear.  

Frank Garnick