Or is it ?

The lonely wander with a sense of entitlement. Nothing belongs to them; they like it that way. With nothing and no-one to have, they are free to accept pity, sympathy. What they do not want is change, for one should never change their destiny, and loneliness is surely a destiny.

Acceptance

O skeleton tree,
you beautify madness
and embrace rejection.
my dreams, once alive,
turn to you for
solace.
they attach
to your thin, sturdy limbs
and weakly glow.
you rejoice, for with every
abandonment I create,
you grow stronger.
your roots, embedded within
my dream-heart,
slowly, wondrously, sap my resolve.
one day - for i sense it - i will be but
a memory, and
you
will stand tall.
O skeleton tree, you beautify madness.