“All By Myself”
by Tom Tognaci
(c)2010

I deal with the loneliness
Like combing fresh cut hair
I convince myself that I’m alright
I can deal with the solitude
And the echo from upstairs
Now that the ghost is gone, I’m alright

I’d rather be alone and by myself
Than to be alone, while being with someone else
All by myself
Stowed way up high on some dusty shelf
All by myself
Just me, an island, onto itself

Some nights I reminisce
Back and forth in this old chair
Is it worth the lament?….is it really fair?
Black and blue is the emptiness
With a woman who can’t care
One thing that stands out, now, completely clear

I’d rather be alone and by myself
Than to be alone, while being with someone else
All by myself
Stowed way up high on some dusty shelf
All by myself
Just me, an island, onto itself

Some nights I reminisce
Back and forth in this old chair
Is it worth the lament?….is it really fair?
All I need is my poetry
And the music that I play
To stretch these untamed wings and fly away