Remnants of Winnie the Pooh.

Do you know how its like to be lonely?

To know people care, but harbour suspicion about their intentions?

To feel like you know too much?

To feel almost as though you are hiding life's secrets?

To want to cry but have no tears in your eyes even when its forced?

To hear sad songs and never have feelings anymore?

I'm all alone. I've tread the roads I never would have thought I'd tread.
I've felt lonely. I've been there. I do.

If i hadn't seen such riches, I'd make do with living poor.

I do.