Wandering, about in this lonely place,
I've long been running, alone this race.
Faces, pass me at the pace of knots,
Feels like I've knocked back, one too many shots.
One, two and, onto three,
Of ascending numbers, you can't always be free
Tis better tho, in company to roam,
Perchance you'll kill, two birds with one stone.
So...