Sometimes I stop and think, and then it dawns that I'm alone
I usually don't mind - there's no contender to my throne
At dinner, I get everything when others have to share
But sometimes, I'll admit, I feel there's something missing there

There's never been another, I have always been just me
And it suits me well, for I am strong and whole and free
And if I sometimes wonder how it'd be to be a part
of two, well then I'm hiding it deep, deep inside my heart

And if I think of how it'd be to share the one I am
It really doesn't matter because no one gives a damn
If you are one or part of two, or three, or on your own
At least I'm used to solitude - all humans die alone

10/11 2013