Stone

It looks like,

there is  no one,

that would know,

what I am,

what I'm thinking,

what I really am,

what will I do,

and,

what will happen to me,

there is only one conclusion to that,

I will be alone,

how long ?

no one knows,

even me,

it could be,

a day,

a week,

a month,

a year,

a decade,

or even,

a lifetime,

when will the day when,

someone,

who knows me come,

and show me their hand,

so that I could take it,

and grasped it,

hold it,

caress it,

and decorate it,

with a stone. . .

People say there is always someone for somebody,

but,

so far,

none have appeared before me . . .

or none that is willing to >w<