Alone Like Everyone Else

 

We are born alone, and

We die alone

Everything in the middle is pretend

Surrounded by loved ones

Who don’t really love us

Just the moments

They don’t know you

We are all used car salesmen

We sell each other what we

Think the other wants to hear

We search for something higher

To fill us, but there is nothing there

 

We don’t fill, but

The prisons fill

The projects fill

The graveyards fill

The war machine fills

 

We don’t