The Joy Of Truly Being Alone

A picture-painted melody of lights dance across your eyes.
A smile of forgotten happiness seaps through your disguise.
And glowing thoughts of futures passed... intrinsically forsaking,
Letting loose of inhibitions, we see now what you're making.
A lonely soul, was once, no more for time has healed the wounds
That were but left gaping, hoping, yearning for the moon
To turn its weary eye upon your sleepless, furrowed brow.
Love had turned its back on you and left you here somehow.
Yet slowly -- over time, I see -- you found within yourself
That joy can overcome the pain... freeing you from your shell.
And all life's little treasures reveal themselves anew
Alone? Yes, you may be... but to lonely a sweet adieu.
You've found, after all this time, they're not the same as you'd thought.
Alone you are proud to be to suffer the joy it's wrought.
I'll view the picture quietly and discern for my own taste
One mustn't awaken someday to discover one's life a waste.
And if you aren't careful -- slip by will a smile or two,
And you might find the mask you wear isn't so bulletproof.