Happiness is oneliness (a poem)

Neither friend nor foe
We all walk

Alone

Along a beaten path to call our
Own

In disguise of our own demise
Beat, beating and beaten

Alone

Heroes that fool us
Teachers who rule us
We all fail
And grow tall
Yet show up small
Or perhaps not at all
And we fade
A sweet return to the nothingness from which we were born

Alone