Alone, My Thoughts and I
Look around, look up and down
See nothing but sand and a cloud
Panick! Halt! Thou shall not panick.
For thy mind is sharp and quick.
Alone? Yes, for alone am I,
Though I will not be one to die.
Alone are we, my thoughts and I.
We are not one's, who will cry.
Merely skill, I tell myself,
Climb this tree, as if a shelf.
Do eat this, but dont eat that
We watched a rat eat that--then, splat.
I make a house of sticks and mud,
I said use leaves, but "I'm a dud".
Alone are we, my thoughts and I,
Only need eachother to survive.
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