Solitude, Solitude, yes I've had enough and more of it,
Too much to bear and too much to care, but no one to share it with...
Like a baby bird out of its flock, I lay so sad and still,
With all my heart swollen with pain and tears rolling down my cheeks.
Solitude, Solitude, what a feeling it is, to have in mind I say,
You feel like talking, you feel like laughing,but all you find is yourself,
Staring and stammering in disbelief, with widened eyes and mouth agape,
Trying to cope and come to terms, with the nasty game of fate.
Solitude, Solitude, they say it makes you great,
And teleports your brain out of this world, to think of something great...Wow! a philosopher is born they say, with enlightened thoughts and weird ideas
To instill in us, nature's naked truths and to show us the path to a better world...
But Solitude, Solitude, it's a curse I say,
'coz it drives you crazy and makes you feel so sad...
I've had enough of philosophy, what I want is gay, and to live a life of joy,
For philosophers are born, not made, with instilled solitude and confinement...