Down walked me
On the path of loneliness
I could see the fireflies debating
On keeping me company for the night
But they realized I was not of their kind.
Up looked me,
The stars seemed to be in twos
And even the moon seemed to be fliriting
With the clouds, as they moved in sync
Dancing to the ballad of the night.
Left and right staggered me,
For I was wearied of the sights
Of lovebirds clustered under the trees
It’ll never be me and you – deux
I’ll forever be a lone wolf, un , just me.
Deux – French word for two
Un – French word for one