Post - apocalypse

The walls are now thick 

The air is rather cold

The night is quiet, and it has never been before 

The water isn't bitter 

The bed isn't warmer 

The sun, humble and small

The shadow, never this tall

I am my own company 

I am my own cup off coffee 

I am my own treasure chest 

And the map, and the ship and the sail and the wind 

I am my own demon

I am my own king 

And the land and the people and the trees and the sea

I am my own questions 

I am my own answer

I am my only hope

I am my only desire

I am me 

And I am here

As I've always have 

And will always be 

I trust me

And trust me, only 

For I am me, 

My own and only reality.