Poem in the point of view of Anywhere Out Of The World:

Once again I find myself alone

Talking to the only one I know

My soul.

Oh soul, why can’t we be happy in this little house of ours?

Why do we always long for more?

Enough is enough!

I must move on.

My soul wants more,

But I want none.

With this life

I am done.

-RJL