Detached - Ghost Iris, White Dove

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