I wrote this for a friend.
Life is frequently Lonely,
rarely Long and seldom Satisfying.
the shadows cast by all (Our) Longing
mill about (Us) hemming (Us) in,
apart and Together only in Disconnection
until all that remains of (Us) is me.
and suspended by (our) Cells in (our) cells
it becomes easy for the Mes to say
"there's naught around the Corner"
"there's not a thing left to Me"
yet right around the Corner
lies the Paradigm (We) will possess
there's no way to stare around the bend
gotta turn now to feel some Satisfaction