There is a lonely man,

A man who embodies loneliness.

His existence is a favor to no one,

He is blinded by an inability to admit his lack of purpose.

He is alone,

But with us all.

He is aware of these facts,

They exist in the dark corners of his head.

The birds keep him company though,

He enjoys seeing the songbirds,

Hearing their pretty voices.

It is his reason,

But the truth,

Is that the birds don’t want him either.