Everyone has experienced alienation - at some point you go through a moment where you say: "I just want to be left alone. " And what is the ultimate point of being alone? - it's dying, of course.
Life! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; Tis hard to part when friends are dear,- Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear. Then steal away, give little warning. Choose thine own time, Say not "Good-night," but in some brighter clime, Bid me "Good-morning. "