Detached

Belonging was never a given
Belonging seemed so dim
My head was in the clouds
Everyday was grim

Like a shroud of doubt
Descending was impossible
When solitary I felt solitude

Being detached
Was never lonesome
It made the most sense
The feeling was intense

This feeling was intense

An immense longing
For the unattainable
Barely sustainable

The consciousness concurs
In consistent calm
And continue on its callous path