I speak from a heart grown weak and old,
The suns heat doesn't reach and so it is cold,
A story unending or so it is told,
A tale of sadness, madness, and woe,
Knowing not from whence I came,
No, Or now where I will go,
Only understanding I am utterly alone...,

And alone it appears I'll continue to be,
Seems my entire existence there's been only me,
To answer my queries,
To laugh at my jokes,
To share my opinions,
My dreams and my hopes,

A message in a bottle,
Filled with old memories,
Perhaps someone will read,
Tossed with a splash in the vast open sea...,
"Run afoul, Run aground, my vessel's a wreck,
S.O.S. mayday, A call of distress,
One soul survivor, Only me left.",
What happens next is anyone's guess,
How did I get myself into this mess?,
While no man's an island I'm doing my best...