As I pass other people I exhale
I avoid any inhalation
I have a goal I am sure to fail
I want to live in isolation
I don’t want to breathe them in
I don’t want to need anyone
So as from today I’ll begin
to continue on as I’ve begun
No man is an island, they say
Well that’s fine, I’ll just float on the sea
And as I pass you by on my way
You’ll be able to see I’m free
Beholden and holding on to no one
From within will come my satisfaction
And if I look particularly lonesome
Don’t give me your pity or compassion
Please.
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