Alone
Looking around he sees the joy of the many
But why can’t he feel this same joy?
Why must he be burdened by the cares of this world?
He walks along the streets
Glancing at the joy in others
The joy in the eyes of so many
Who share in an exchange of words,
Of the thoughts that grace their minds
No one is alone,
Each with their own place
This fleeting feeling escapes this man
He does not know his way around,
Who is friend and who is foe
He is a foreigner to the new people
The desire to know where he came from,
Where he’s going,
What he likes,
And what he dreams of becoming,
Is just lost,
Fading to the back,
Where the silver falls
All these thoughts are the background to their joyous conversations
A window to look straight through
To see the better world outside
To see the world of excitement somewhere he is not
Why must he be burdened by the cares of this world?
To belong
To fit in
To be known
All these cares do is cripple the seed of joy
They say that joy cannot exist without them
As if they create joy
“Where are you?”
He cries out
“You said you would never leave me
And that I would never be alone
Where are you?
Why have you abandoned now?”
A voice breaks from within the crowd,
“What’s your name sir?”
“I don’t know my name
I was never given one”
He calls back
“I shall call you Mónos then
It’s a lovely name”
“What does it mean?”
He questions
“Oh, continue on down the path over there and you shall see
It will take you where you want to go”
So Mónos packs his things
And ventures on
Down the twisty path
He looks to his right, no one there
He looks to his left, no one there
“Alright then, I’m all alone
Heading into this great unknown.”
Life in His Mosaic 