the only one

run through the fields
the forests
screaming to my hearts content
release the frustration
the annoying agony
of knowledge
of reality
but who would believe in the end?
and in the end
would it even matter?
who cares enough
to know
to love
to live
to give more than simply
what is necessary.
am i asking too much
or still asking the wrong people?
in all the world
i can't be the only one.....