Woe is my alone
Fear is no one else
Life must be shared!
Sentimental, aren't we
For the hell of other people
Do they find themselves demons?
Must good and evil prevail
For each needs the other
In order to find its right page
In the dictionary
Perhaps, though we are
Hapless, we can per diem
A price: one penny for one's
Thoughts, paid to one's self
Figure: remove the numbers
Legibility leads to wondering
If one and one could be another
One, and panders to the crowding
Find the window with the morning
Sun, sit in front of it
Write your mind
And be your body
Roman Ryan 