I stand on the edge of the world,
a vast expanse, no end in sight.
Beneath the light of a thousand stars
Peering off into the unknown.
Alone in this wasteland, stranded
no one ever tends to me.
A stranger in a strange world,
Unwelcome, forgotten.
Far away from home,
only my memory keeps me company.
Off the grid,
no one shall come for me.
Forsaken to the unknown,
I am prepared to become one.
As the cylinder on my back empties,
I can feel the cold grasp of death.
And soon I am one,
one with my world,
with the strange world,
with the universe,
and with dust.
Source: 1