Alone, in the middle of nowhere,
This is the real me.
Searching for knowledge, methodically.

Alone, in a library amongst books,
This is the real me.
Scribbling notes, and a cup of tea.

Alone, in my own mind,
This is the real me.
Aggregating data, searching for a key.

Alone, looking at the stars,
This is the real me.
Only I know myself this intimately.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Daedalan, in the year 1003 AF.