Alive Alone

I wrote this after a brief conversation with a friend...thinking outside myself.

Self, what is but a breath?
Self, what are steps aimless?
What are colors to my eyes?
Self, do you know your life?

What have I not seen
What have I not done
What have I not loved
What have I not hated
What have I not needed
What have I not heard
And what have I not said

Long have I lived to see pleasure
To see a perfect icon in which to measure
If all has been and all is done
Then self, you are nothing new under the sun

I know I thirst to which there is no end
I see days closing every night, they all seem to blend
Life and death soak my screen
But why aren't my thoughts ever clean?

I feel so plastic
but my heart bends as if elastic

Strumming my own strings without a tune
Because I am in need of feeling solitary doom
I am alive alone, but screaming at many
I will never find the meaning of plenty...

(I pray for those that feel alone and don't realize the gift of life awaiting at the feet of Jesus of Nazareth. He is plenty, we are in need of Him, even if you don't know him yet)