Standing on the beach I am all alone
My toes sink into softest sand wind blown
Looking out yonder I should have known
In this world I am always on my own
Despite that thought and monotone
There is doubt that I am all alone
A seed of awareness, a seed sown
Growing in the dark, in the unknown
I wait patiently but to be shown
The vast emptiness before me intoned
"You are here because you were thrown,
You are here because your heart's turning to stone."
On this land I am bound to be prone
Feeling like I am in a different zone
Looking out yonder I should have known
In this world I am always on my own
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