For a bit

Alone with drone of my mind gone askew
I fit in my chair where I sit with so few
And so many thoughts all aplenty with me
Gone and so long I say for someone to see
All while my brain compiles without cause
Feeling as I've hit the ceiling without pause
Through and all the way through I but ask
For just a time or two more here to bask
Why must I sit by and cry here for more
When the alone then causes an ache so sore