Which Is the Bliss of Solitude

No one to share with in life’s little joys. No one to talk to; just me and my toys. An empty existence, a meaningless moan: It’s cold and disheartening to be all alone. No one to save me supposing I fall; No one to nurture or notice at all. I stare down each jeopardy all on my own; It’s numb and unnerving to be so alone. No one to drain my attention span dry. No one my musings might dissatisfy. Unshackled, I shine in what you can’t condone: What mind wouldn’t revel in being alone? (Title borrowed from a line in William Wordsworth's poem, "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud.")