Does one person really matter?
Do you ever wonder if people actually say what they mean?
There is no way to feel how others feel about you deep inside, nor is there any way to measure one person’s feelings
So are they actually there if you can’t feel them physically for yourself?
Everyone perceives the world differently
How differently is my reality from yours?
What is existence really and what does it mean to exist?
What makes reality actual?
What runs the clock gears in the universe that controls our time?
So many questions that will stay within the darkness of the unknown
We are really just all alone with ourselves
sure we can interact with others, but when it comes down to it we can’t share our thoughts in the depths of our mind unless outwardly spoken
The make up of our mind, our being, aren’t physically tangible to us, but they are our own
We alone control our mind, our lives, our perception, and our existence
We are alone against this world; alone in this universe
Left alone to survive among humanity, alone in the crowd
And at the end of the day, alone in our minds