Lonesome Tonight

In the beginning there was one
And it was as lonely and tragic as it sounds
But one is never less than positive
The quiet voice inside one's head whispered
"Don't despair, go forth and multiply"
And the thrill of the prospect
Almost caused one one to burst into a million fragments
Almost burst
After the rush came the realization
One multiplied by one is one
Tragically, one remained alone
Utterly lonely
And after a very, very long time
One simply fell to pieces
Countless pieces
Small, painless, shuffling, spinning, flying, creeping, crawling, dying
Disconnected from one another
One hell of a mess
And of course, utterly alone
You see, one divided by one is one