Make me a promise, one worth your time.

Bend your little pinky around mine.

Every word, every line, filtered through a rhyme.

This sense of loneliness, is it true?

That it's plagued you since debut?

A thousand in the queue, but I feel it too?

Then, a moment of clarity, an epiphany.

And, I find, the lonely is our serendipity,

Weaving empathy into every breath and melody.

But take your time and pile on the glitter,

Shivering behind a mask built to bewilder.

But there is no mask, is there? Only a filter.

One that shifts and changes with perspective.

That not only affects you but my own introspective.

You see, I'm connective, only a part of the collective,

A thousand and one saying I relate, 

To a boy an ocean away, checkmate.