If I were stuck on a desert island and I think of what I’d need
I think a lot of people underestimate what they’d need to succeed
In keeping themselves alive,
happy, and sane.
When people answer this question they’ll just give you the name
Of a book that they like, or a dollar amount
That might get them off the island if the chance came around,
But the honest truth is that most of that’s shallow and small,
And reading your favorite book wouldn’t keep you happy at all.
What I think I’d need is just a person, anyone.
I don’t have to know who they are but I need just one
Other being to keep my consciousness from getting off track.
One other person because to be totally honest I lack
The ability to keep myself occupied.
If I’m alone the world would just seem too wide,
Lonely and unhappy, just with my thoughts,
Driving myself to insanity, thinking I could unlock
Some existential part of me that doesn’t exist,
Or reminiscing about the people I used to know --
Who I miss.
I think that people can’t say that they would need someone else.
The human condition is focused so much on the self.
I’ll be the first to admit
That if I was alone
I wouldn’t last
Maybe a year at the most.
My very existence depends on others.
My sister, my brother, my father, my mother
My friends, my teachers, everyone around
Has had such a profound
Effect on who I have found
Myself to be.
I couldn’t live without it.
I say this without hesitation,
because books can't hold a conversation.