Rugged Individualism
The world does not know we exist,
The world is far too busy to care,
The world is blissfully unaware
To render us our due.
And when we go, we won’t be missed
By more than just a few.
We live in stark autonomy,
Where hard work and enthusiasm
Aren’t enough to bridge the chasm –
No-one hears us sing.
For in this mind-economy,
Charisma crowns the king.
We may not be an island,
But our causeways often slip beneath
The silent waves of slow and grief
While those with a winning smile
Are bustling continents of dry land
Full of friendships by the mile.
But don’t give up, don’t get depressed –
We need to toughen up our hide
And keep our darker thoughts inside,
And get on with our day.
That’s how it is – so make the best,
To drive the blues away.
The world does not know we exist,
Except a few like-lonely souls
With whom we plug each other’s holes,
To help us brace the weather.
And life goes on, you get the gist,
We’re on our own together.
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