The Isochronism

In the rain, I don't walk alone

It matters not if I'm far from home

Because I can't see

and do not know

In the greyness of the storm.

In the mist

or in the fog

the whole world fades

and I just jog.

When rain clouds smother

what I can see

then I'm not alone, 

because next to me

Are a hundred spirits,

a hundred eyes

Guiding me

watching me

through the pines.

When the sun shines bright I cannot hide

I can be seen by passers by

I can be seen

but not quite seen...

but they can tell I walk alone.

But it's not just them, it's me who sees

The vacant path, through empty trees.

I know the path, and can't get lost

and I know I can't continue this walk.

Because when the fog fades,

and the illusion is gone

it's just me who walks

-so lonely- along.