by Me
I sing the song
of me
to myself.
Alone as I feel
alone as I am
as we all are.
I have no friends
near
I have bare freinds
far
and I remain alone.
Those I know
have no integrity
not knowing what it means
and I am alone again
with myself
Wonderinng..
will I settle?
Will I make
'my imperfect circle of
warmth and comfort?
propbobly not.
The falsity appals me.
But what is the truth?
All the vain glorious humans
so consummed by self
they cannot see the others.
And I am not so different.
Only that I look farther
farther than they
but my looking does not assist me
except in my greiving
it gives me no one to hold close
to care for.
I think of my childhood friends
but they are gone now
And I am alone again
as I was
as I am
as I always will be
Alone, yet surrounded
The great ego of the earth.
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