After many years pass, I hope to live
On a secluded island by myself.
I want a house not to big
Because I’ll have no one to share with,
And it’ll remind me of how alone I am.
There will be birds chirping in the trees
And flowers growing in the fields.
They’ll be the only life around
Happy and carefree, and not like me.
I’d want no internet, so when no one
calls out to me I’ll have an excuse.
I would have no glass, mirrors or windows—
If I see my reflection I’d hate myself even more.
No cars, people or animals either—
I couldn’t bear to see life so lively while i’m still.
I want a quiet life that I made myself,
Because then it is my own decision,
And not everyone else around me
forcing me into one.