Where do I fit, Father?
Where do I call home.
Where do I find shelter in this world so alone.

Where do I fit, Mother?
I've done all you've asked.
I went to the mountains, to the beyond, much further than those from our past.

Where do I fit, Brother?
We travelled so far. We've sought to find shelter underneath distant stars. We've laughed and we've cried in all these long days, looking and yearning to find something we've lost.

Where do I fit, Creator?
Where do I shine. Where do I find the people similar to mine.
This world seems so far from what I had in mind. So far from the noble ideals from my youth. So far from the place I thought I certainly knew.

I fit no where. Not now, nor ever. I am cursed to find loneliness in a life soon surrendered.

Where do I fit, dear Reader?
I'll ask you this time. There are not many days left before I am done. Is it all lost from me to never return? To wander this earth on this formidable quest. Alone. Afraid. Adrift and bereft.

I fit nowhere. Not now, nor ever. Where those who once knew me will find me again. The same as I was and forever will be. To roam this cold place with a distant echo of times before still ringing in me - Remember. Remember. Remember.