Don't Drink Bees

The world has no hold on me
There is no link
I am alone, by myself, in its vastness
I need no one
And no one needs me
I can feel it
And I wonder if it is good
It is a necessary step
But is there any goodness in it?
Does it make me a better person?
A happier one?
It doesn't seem that way
I don't feel any better off
I only feel alone
A little sad in my discovery
Do I feel strong?
I don't know
I don't think so
Just cold, empty,
naked
small
One blade of grass in a field
One grain of sand on the beach
One speck of dirt on the floor
One fragment of lint in a pocket
One fleck of paint on an old barn
A cliché in another poem
One molecule
I'm sorry. I am no more than these. Someday I will die and your breath will be short for one millisecond; then the world will not have changed, but for a pinpoint in the sky