One is only enough for the ignorant

My muse ran me over after reading/hearing Marta's beat poem.

One-

the beginning of something, which eventually leads to an end

Yet one is infinite just like the soul

Or so we are told

by scholars who knew little about the world

yet held ideals stronger than those we grew up with

The beginning can perhaps lead to something new

Exciting

Until one eventually despises something which was loved

Too often

Love turns to hate

And then we are back at square one

However, one is not squared

It can be shaped as an octagon

Nothing substantial can be fabricated

Into something concrete

Except ideas

Except those who hold no ideas

Those like me

Who have nothing to look forward to

Only looking back

At what could have been

Can one live for the past?

When the future means nothing

And the present is a dull grey ache

Residing in one’s chest

There we go again,

One.

One day, they say

One time

At one point

One step

These all mean nothing

Until something follows

One day I will grow up

Into what?

Hopefully something more substantial

One time, long ago

Hope was blossomed from an idea

Except we already know that ideas lead to danger

They cause irreversible damage

At one point,

I wished for many things

Until they never came true

And I stopped wishing

One step into something unknown

And one can be lost within the void

Perhaps one is not all that bad

If they look away from the consequences

Of ideas

Thoughts

Wishes

Hopes

And most of all

The fact that one is just a lonely number

I should know,

One dictates lives

It is after all one of two binary numbers

It’s the start of everything

It’s what makes the world spin

While little kids can dream of one far off day

Where they can win,

Come in first place

They can be number one

For an assortment of ridiculous things

That will one day no longer matter

Until that one day though

They have their false ideals

And miss-represented schemes

On which one number is higher ranked than others

One should be last,

It is solitary

And lonesome

One however, is all I have

And all I know.

So here’s to you,

The ignorant

The deprived

The lonesome.