Sometimes I feel so keenly the edge of Zero,
the loneliness of one
I am unique I’m told as if it were a gift and blessing
but such uniquity is a burden as well
providing a singular vision not shared by others
I see at angles no one else sees
understand the universe in a way so rare
that it either invokes ridicule or awe from those who witness it.
I can put magic together such as you’ve never known
to make the universe dance and sing at my caress
but there’s no who knows that part of me
that dances on the edge of zero
gazing into the merging of
not and all
0 and 1
discovering the secrets of creations,
the tremors of destruction
the dissonant harmony of all things and none
Oh what secrets I could tell you
if you could find a way to walk my path
but there’s no one to walk this path with me
no one to really understand the way I see things.
I am as alone as alone can be
walking this path
with my secret self along
tongue lolling out
eyes laughing mockingly
you know, you know, you know
but what you don’t know is so much more.
I’ll continue on this path awhile
but I fear I won’t find another soul
I’m unique you see,
so different as far as others can tell.
There’s no one here to share this journey I’m on.
I’m out here on the edge
singing my song, telling my story,
but there’s no one there to hear
no one there to tell.