No one's here. It's only me,
So I have to only Be.
No need to challenge. No need to expect.
When I'm alone, I never fret.
Only listen, only learn the sounds
Outside my window.
The fern
A bird, a tree, a fox, the sky, the
Entire world passing me by.
Only me in my chair
Thinking of things that were never there.
Imagining what the day might have been like
Had I been a little tyke
Not understanding what it meant
To experience a curious event
In which my love would say goodbye
And I was sad
And I would cry
For when you're young you believe you can fly
And most of your life quickly passes you by.
Yes,
When I'm alone I imagine these things
Without a care.
No binding rings or endless fights or mounting fear
Of futures that are far too near.
When I'm alone I do not think.
I do not need to have a link to the world outside.
It isn't there. I need not care about the people everywhere.
I don't like being alone.
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