Alone

Not when talks of evolution are going on
Not when sledges lead to those evolutions
Not when accusations are not what you imply
But being alone is elevating sometimes

Not when you have hard nails to pull out
Not when people can see the blood drip
Not when the left, pinned nails are rusting your brain
But being alone is pleasant sometimes

Not when you have more than enough
Not when you don't have any
Not when you can't even read your lines
But being alone is satisfying sometimes

But if you have a good plan
And even if the goodness couldn't fulfill people
Being alone is not a choice
Because the seclusion decays the plan, ruins your voice
So not when your voice should echo in time
But being alone is enlightening sometimes