Only Lonely

As I walk down the street, there are plenty of people to meet. They dont have the time, they are in such a rush to get nowhere, yet somewhere. Too busy, they walk on by, no smile or friendly expression, no words to greet, only a sigh. Another day, another dollar, they say. Dont have time for friends or family, got to make that hustle. Got to chase that dream, and make that money, but what is the price that they pay? Their families are drifting apart, their friends fade away. They feel the pain and the sting of relationships gone awry, but they dust it off and say it's the way its supposed to be. They dont have time to cry, to love, to feel, they just have to hurry to make that deal. In their heart, they pine for a better day. They say to themselves, it's the price I have to pay. I'm only lonely, I'll get over it. Then, they continue on, rushing here and there, trying to make that dollar. Only when life is near it's end, as they draw their last breath, they see that they have no one to surround them with love, then the words come back to haunt them as they breathe their last..."I'm only lonely".