Always All Alone

I walk alone
I stand alone
I speak alone
For divided, I fall and United I stall

Divisions are dependent on Unison and unison is dependent on division
For both are the opposite of each other and cannot exist without the other

So when I unite in the name of division
When I divide in the name of unison
each and together they become my confinement, my prison, giving rise to my loneliness

Loneliness as the onlyness, I know of no aloneness
Always looking for the other, both physically and mentally
I live through the other, for the other, in the name of one another

Unknown to the mind
Not known, what to find
Unable to define, to refine and to confine
I mine my memories through predefined image of my image

Unable to understand the perception of the perceiver’s perception
I float around in the idea, an illusion of my perceptions deception
I take up the makeup, hide behind the cover up to show up that I am the up and the cup
For in reality, I am just an empty cup waiting for a fillup

And when I wake up from this makeup
I stand up, I rake up the I that is lost in the ME, that is lost in the WE
The I that is a host of the why
Maybe here, the I that comes across the Why know of no I
For the I of the I has no I to look at the I that looks at the I

And here, my dear there is no one dear or near to stand with the I
For in the beginning and in the end of the beginnings end, I am always all alone

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