Journey. . . #13 Alone. . . As a mind needs relief, as Lungs needs Air. As trust gets wounded out of Small belief, we reconcile our feeling perceiving life being Not fair.. at Birth we Come Alone, in Death we Go Alone, When rising we have support, in wealth we have it too, at times we deny this Gospel but right or wrong That always will stay being True. . Alone I can smile, Alone I can frown, Alone My Mind wonders to a million Mile, Travel In-house or out of Town. . Alone Im in-touch with my inner Senses, I Browse Through my Thoughts to combine Distances from my Heart & Soul With no E.G`s or Instances, Because Alone. . . I Define Myself. < POEM > @theREAL