Solitude's Sadness

Life travels a hundred miles an hour
but my feet are standing still
they lean like a desperate wallflower
only dancing to a lonely man's will.

Tidal waters caress the higher ground
my cuffs are rolled, my toes are bare
as solitude makes only one sound
the hollow echo of one's despair.

Changes happen in lightning flashes,
but my eyes haven't blinked in years.
puddles are made as man's rain splashes
and he uncovers all of his many fears.