Sitting all alone in quiet reflection.
Tied to this life I have created.
Looking blindly out the window.
No new thoughts,
only my memories.
My memories.
I'll take them with me when I go.
Even though the load ways me down.
They belong to me alone.
I wish I could share them with you.
But I cant.
I cant.
If only.
If only this.
If only that.
Pondering life and all its unanswered questions.
I'm going to die not knowing.
Goodbye cruel world!
I was born not knowing and I will die not knowing.
So what was the point?
Is there a point?
I sit here with my list.
Pondering...
A list of one.
Me.
Me alone.
My name is the only name on the list.
And I have no idea what the list is for.
What my life is for.
What this world is for.
But there sits my list.
A list of one.
Me.
Me alone.
You and I are not on the list.
Only me.
So is it a list if I am the only one on it?
A list........of one?
