Who Walks With You?
Alone I was born,
alone I walk and alone I will die.
No other can see from behind my eyes
no matter the comforts we share
I am here and they are there.
In the company of others, I am relieved…
only of having to think all my thoughts on my own.
It is a burden shared yet still I walk alone.
It is the traveller who thinks they are not alone that is truly lonely
because they seek what can never be.