Much and Less

I sit, quietly, in a chair in the corner.
Still, and quiet, I sit, alone in the corner.
What can I do here?
Much of me can change here,
as I sit still; being, thinking, reflecting.
Much can do much,
but less, it seems, can do as well.
I begin to get lonely,
enough to see the line that distinguishes-
between where I am and what I am.