Staring in from the outside
I was always looking through opaque windows
At posers and name droppers
I thought perhaps that they were superficial
A façade of face
With no substance
But I found them everywhere
How could such a conspiracy go unnoticed?
Was I the only one on the outside?
Surely there were other losers like me
Lonely, unsure, yet with common sense
I know that there is not always safety in numbers
Sometime you have to be alone and become one
Self-preservation you bet
Yes I am an island
And yes Hemingway was wrong
I think a man can and must become and island to himself
There is but one truth in this world and it is that we all must die
Do we go to heaven? Do we go hell?
Are we reincarnated? Do we live the same life over and over?
I don’t know any of the answers to these questions: however,
I do know that I would rather be alone
Than with a crowd of people.