Actual Figmental

He was alone
But that didn’t scare him
His eyes rolled over to the telephone
Waiting for it to ring

It’s a small world, they say
Yet he craved for a friend
Or anyone who would
Walk with him on the way

Hunger, thirst and gloominess
No, that didn’t bother him
He would still be sharing
The slice of his bread

But then he discovered
All over again
There is not a soul in the whole world
With whom he could talk
Weep or share his troubles

No, he is not alone
How could he?
When he doesn’t even exist
Does he?

 

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