In the end you are all alone

 In the end you are all alone.

Your parents are not your own.
Your siblings are not your own.
Your children are not your own.
Your pets are not your own.
Your spouse is not your own.
Your house is not your own.
In the end you are all alone.

The pride and ego with which you choose to own, but in the end you are all alone.

They say loneliness and despair go hand in hand but I say those emotions are not your own, and in the end you are all alone.

They say love and happiness get along, lighting up the corners of faraway lands, but I say nobody owns the emotions that flow, and in the end you are all alone.

They say hate and anger cross our souls, bloodshed and violence kill our very own, but I say none of these sentiments belong to us for they are fickle and transient to our conscience, and in the end you are all alone.

Like a sphere of light, shooting up into the sky, the vast space pulls me in, I travel worlds unfamiliar to Earthlings.
Where time is boundless and people formless, the feeling of loneliness creeps in, and I realize that in the end I am all alone, nothing is of my own.