In a mad dash to connect with someone,
I lose the connection I have with myself…
On a star filled night or in a desolate town,
Or on a highway lined with traffic…
I reach out for something or someone,
Knowing fully well how my search would end in vain,
‘Cause we are islands, connected by nothing and no one…
‘Cause our pleasure and our pain are our own to bear….
Yet I would reach out again and again, quite in vain.
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