You are never alone,
This planet is full,
Of people noise and light,
You are never alone,
Its a seething mass,
By light of day and black of night,
You are never alone,
Even when you sleep,
And with the mighty id you fight,
You are never alone,
And that is a shame,
Because solitude sometimes feels right.
I think its one of the paradoxes of life, that when one desires a little bit of healthy isolation, life projects one into scenario after scenario
which contains a vast array of people, and when one needs companionship, to feel part of a greater whole, aside from ones God, or ones biological
relations, or even ones society, that companionship is absent.