One sometimes stops and thinks aloud;
"I am all alone."
"I do not have a someone,
To tell the words I form."
But they forget to whom they speak,
Themself is there to hear.
They themself are someone,
And that someone's very dear.

Rejoice in your own presence,
And the silence that it brings.
It is the purest of them all,
The thoughtfullest of things.
To look into your person,
And pull out honey and grime.
To ponder fully, of all things real,
An introspection of all mankind.