The story of the little dot

There was once a little dot. 
“I'm no ordinary dot”, it said. 
“I will not stand in one spot, 
I am going to try and get ahead.” 

Its friends called as they saw it go,
“Come, come and join us they said.” 
“What? And be an ellipsis? No,no! 
I am going it alone instead.” 

“I can't be stuck being one of three, 
because I’m no ordinary dot. 
I was born to be wiiild and freeee, 
so i'll be off now, thanks a lot.” 

Its friends were sad, but didn't say a lot, 
they'd all been there before- 
Alone though they were only little dots, 
They knew together they were so much more. 

So off they went, chasing unfinished thoughts, 
and other stories that lay in wait; 
the possibilities were oh so endless, 
they were masters of their fate. 

As for the little dot, it was in a spot, 
for little did it know, 
Alone it was just a dot; full stop. 
And there was nowhere left to go. 

...

This was how the little dot clocked, 
that things weren't quite as they seemed- 
Punctuation, like life, only really works, 
if you're one part of a team. 

So off it went, in search of friends, 
colons, commas, and question marks too! 
With so much work and so little time, 
being a solitary dot just wouldn't do. 

At last, the dot had found its spot, 
in the larger scheme of things; 
and so one story comes to an end, 
while another one begins...