The Sphere by Owen Jones

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They touched it all around him,
But no access could be found,
He smiled pleasantly back at them,
But still they were bound.

Prodding and poking they tried,
He shook his head in hope,
Maybe they would leave him alone,
Only then could he cope.

The darkness came eventually,
And he was left in peace,
The stars arrived quietly,
Their eternity never to cease.

And in his little bubble,
He dreamed a dream of home,
But loneliness cut short,
His one and only Rome.

So in the corner of the universe,
Deemed where he belonged,
He smiled a sad smile of knowing,
Now his loneliness is gone.