I, me, myself

Breakfast, lunch, dinner,
I stare at the same very wall.
The boring white-wash.
I look down at my plate, decorated with some whites, greens and reds.
I zoom in,
My reflection.

Yet even the walls have companions.
At every nook and cranny, they meet.
Yet even the plates have a family.
They have the luxury of being served with cutlery.
All always complimentary.

I, me, myself

Alleys, streets, cities.
I walk in one direction.
Crowds around me don't even seem to realise I have my own direction.
I stare into the horizon, the sky, a canvas, beautifully painted.
I look down at the ocean,
The Sun's reflection.

Yet even the Sun has followers,
It has its own stars and orbiters.
Yet even the ocean's waters are able to rise up,
Evaporate and huddle together; clouds.
All always together.

Who do I stand with?
Who do I align with?
Who do I have?
I guess its just; I, me and myself.