I thought I was the only one,
Said everyone.
It's only me in this void of consternation.
We ask ourselves,
What is the causation of our solo,
Solitary,
Collective damnation?
I thought I was the only one,
Said everyone in eerie harmonization.
Why am I such a tiresome monster of aberration?
Lost in nonsense,
Drawn out,
Offbeat contemplation.
Thinking thoughts no one else has ever thought before.
What was it that made me,
Makes me,
Solely me?
All alone in ample desolation.
Why does my hand intrude upon yours when I,
We,
Reach out to nothing?
Is no one here?
What are we doing all this for?
En masse,
The chorus sings a solo.
Exclusive,
Intrusive,
Insidious,
Peripheral abomination.
Why am I so broken?
I thought I was the only one,
Said everyone in a fearful,
Fragmented formation.
It doesn't make sense anymore.
Why do we fear exactly what we are looking for?
We cannot see each other anymore,
When we lose the light that shows us who we are,
Together.