stand alone

I look around me
sometimes,
and only see clichés
everywhere,
ideas huddled together
in one frightened embrace
called love,
passions stoking the embers
of forgotten childhoods,
of dreams that never grew wings,
fountains of emotions
watering each other
in a frenzy,
thoughts looking for hooks
to hang themselves upon
to stay, to show themselves off,
voices herded together
in a slaughterhouse,
where spirit is killed
ruthlessly,
where I look fervently
for that one note,
that one song,
that one pause,
that stands alone,
that stills the wrinkles
of this ancient skin.