When God created us all,
There was a box labeled "Solitude"
And some of us he put into it.
See, it was already decided long ago.
A hand gripped the box though,
And refused to be alone.
They didn't believe that such a fate
Could be decided for them all.
But down they fell, their grip loosening.
Into the pit they spiraled downwards
With all the rest who are chosen
To remain in Solitude's agony.
So it seems that some of us
Are just meant to be alone.
Friendless into eternity...
And we just have to accept it. Unblinking.