No memories of love gone bad - or hate,
no goals or dreams to lead my soul astray,
no karma to enslave me when I'm dead,
no god to make me kneel - to prey and pay,
no wrongs to right - obsessions to abate;
my weiry path lies straight ahead.
A loner is not lonely on this day
for friends are everywhere to laugh and play,
and life is full of miracles and joy,
our world is like a giggle baby toy;
so happy by myself -come what may.