Loneliness (with Bobo)

Blackness All is wrapped in blackness Covered overall Blankets of blackness Can't even see my fingers In front of my eyes Moving like ballet dancers In slow motion And a sound reminding me of Bugle calls Hurricanes my heart into Commotion But waiting is never wasted time Waiting is never wasted time Even loneliness is full of life Loneliness itself is fill of life Waiting to be discovered