Saturday, November 17, 2001 2:12 a.m. pst
"Ultimately Alone "
I've had this warning, this simple feeling, this surge of passion, this artistic bent,
But it has always been with me throughout the years, and to me the love was never sent,
Sure yes , the women, three month wonders, indulging nature's deepest secrets,
But the secret of sexual ultimate satisfaction,
The kiss that takes forever?
Finishing each other's sentences...
Love with the equal partner?
This eludes me,
And all my life offers is bitter regrets.
At once my intellect reasons that we're each one of us ultimately alone.
As age escalates, the social circles get smaller and smaller
These computers don't really help now do they?
Emails send themselves these days, and even the great chasm of humanity hooked up to
computers, merely seems to be a bunch of lonely people sitting in front of machines.
Like me, I guess.
So each day I tip my hat to the excuse for middle aged craziness I call my set of wheels.
Twenty Thousand reasons to get out on the road, put the top down, and listen to music
blaring unsahamedly from the open maw of cultural disrespect.
I like it. I'm me. I'm alone and enjoying it.
The sad fact of age advancing with alarming irregularity, taking with it valued human resources,
Leaving us with nothing but memories.
And as one ages, there are more memories to forget.
I have always embellished my memories and now I don't know what the truth is.
I do know this.
As I drive the 8 speaker, 100 watts per channel two seater stereo system, I don't feel alone.
I feel refreshed.
I interact, I talk alot. Sometines people evern listen.
But it's always "people."
"Humanity."
Never "my soulmate", or "the one."
I yearn for connections, and I'm ultimately alone.
I travel the country, and I'm ultimately alone.
I'm having lot's of fun.
But I'm ultimately alone.,,,,
The receptacle has never been located,
With which I shall energize this existence,
But perhaps I shall never find the other half.
Perhaps, I will find answers long after my stay on terra firma.has degenerated
into dust and dust.
Perhaps, I know the answers.
And I am fated never to find my soulmate on Earth.
Who knows.
I am resigned.
"People move away, they die, and they grow old."
The dust and dust and dust blows away in the wind.
Existence extinguishes eventually.
Everybody knows that.
And they are ultimately alone.
And then everyone gets together..............
When they all leave here.
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