The One Who is Many
One man, walked the city Watching the birds fly Watching the blue sky He wishes to die. He's all alone After the fall of humanity The death of His family He all that's left. That's when he met The others, someone Then another one. Then there were many. They spoke to him As a whole, like a normal society Then there goes his anxiety. Leaving him to be free. But where are they? There's no one here? What does he hear? Are they real? Then he looked In the mirror he looked He looked at himself Laughing, talking, smiling. That's when he realized There were no others here Just him, alone. The one who is many.
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