so very alone

and what would i do, without transportation, without a friend near enough to save me... what would i do, call 911?... just accept death?... is that all life gave me... and in the end is the love we save really equal to the love we gave?... where is the balance, the karma come 'round?... where is the music, not lost but not found... where is the balance that karma propounds?... where is the life, the love that surrounds... always so open, but nothing inbound... does everything have to confound?... where is the music, the words so profound... will the end come without a sound?...

alas, who understands this 4am time... alas, who understand the rhyme... alas, the loneliness feels like a crime... will the one come in time?... will the one come in time?... will the one come... in time?...