I am one that can be selfish
Lost in my heart, made of thought
Strung, twisted and knotted
Pulled, drawn tight inward
That in itself, is a little different.

Seeking, feeling about
The notion of being able
only to be, one who is
I have no grasp as of yet
as to how, Why
I'm in the world made through vision
my life, my doing?
I struggle to communicate
This isolated voice within
With no reason
other than to be alone,
no more a good life  
I know I am of countless
But I speak alone
Hear no one as they too
Are bound within fleshly prisons.