the title

Here's the poem that the title refers to.

This time alone
Could change me
And make me better yet

But sometimes I thirst for something closer
And something to make me whole
Just a little conversation on a balcony
With candlelit glass and Moroccan stars

This night goes on and on
And swelters like summer’s heat
It seems like there’s an oncoming storm
But I’m still waiting for it to break loose
God I wish it would break loose

I wish it would rain so hard that it streamed down my face
The wrong place
The wrong time
The wrong job
The wrong lovers

This time alone could save me
And make me real again
I wish I could sweat it out
Like a fever

I wish I could pull it out
Like a splinter
I wish I could cry it out like a heartache
Like a bad dream I’d wake up and sob

But the world seems turned against me
The SUVs with TVs inside
So even in transit you don’t have to think
The money-hungry gold-clad people
Afraid of everything they don’t have

I’m afraid of everything I’ll never have

Is it being your own person
That makes you alone?Or is it not even knowing yourself?