The sense of morbid despondency
when you look at the world around
to civilization we appear connected
yet to one another we are not bound

Perhaps its only self-actualization
we're now simply more refined
We delve into personal issues
and by them are now defined

What matters is only the feeling
and to obsess about one's own
It's such a terrible price to pay
among the multitude to be alone

The End

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