"Singled" Out

The lone traveler walks on
Trying new lanes, taking diversions from the bygones
Mind weaves beautiful images of what lies ahead
Unlike the daily travails of the butter and bread
But then notices a million stares along the way
Piercing through his utopia like the night swallows the day
They say "your old days are done"
"what is left in being the only one?"
One by one friends fall by the side
hitched to their brides
"another one bites the dust!" you think
hoping to stay afloat, but deep inside feel the sink
dreadful of the "M" word
like an abuse that never should be hurled
Doubts ripple through your placid future
"Isnt it easier to hang the boots rather than fight nature?"
Freedom so hard won, should it be lost?
Not so sure that am ready to bear that cost
A battle better fought even if there is a rout
Even if you are "singled" out