In the hush of twilight's fading hour,
I venture out on a path unknown,
Guided by the whims of my soul,
A solitary journey to call my own.

Footsteps echo upon the silent ground,
As shadows dance, no companion to be found,
With each step, the solitude grows,
A solitary rhythm, a heartache it bestows.

The wind whispers secrets, unheard by ears,
The rustling leaves share stories unclear,
Silent companions, invisible kin,
Walking alone, yet never truly alone within.

Streetlights flicker, casting dimmed light,
Broken dreams illuminate the night,
A city buzzing with life, bustling streets,
Yet my sole existence remains discreet.

Observing passersby, their faces unknown,
They traverse the world, connected but alone,
Each locked within their separate spheres,
Walking parallel paths, yet never near.

The moon, a steadfast confidante above,
A silent witness to this solitary love,
Its silver beams caress my weary soul,
In this vast expanse, I find myself whole.

Though solitude veils my every pace,
In this aloneness, I find solace and grace,
For every footfall brings a journey anew,
Treading paths uncharted, just me, and only me too.

With boundless freedom and endless space,
Walking alone becomes a saving grace,
For in these silent steps, a truth I've known,
To embrace the solitude, and make it my own.