Into the mist

I journey through life
all alone, just by myself,
Many walk alongside
but all along I long to walk alone.
 
Alas, this fastidious world
just wouldn’t want to
leave me alone;
It nags me, stalks me, and
tries to wean me away.
 
It believes not that I am
but a transient traveler
through the mist of time,
For all its worth I may one day
drop the world like a weary Atlas
and forever
disappear into the great beyond.