Our kind has climbed the highest mountains and jumped out of planes in the sky
And walked upon outer space planets in places to where birds cannot fly
We even try to compete with Nature with the emphasis on the word try
But Nature wins out in the long run for we age and grow old and die.
I think of my worthless existence and what have I done with my life
I feel so confused in my thinking and I'm always in financial strife
The more people I seem to get to know the more people to put me down
I envy the forgotten hermit who never ventures into the Town.
I envy the forgotten hermit who doesn't yearn for success and fame
He lives in his own little quiet place and he wish for none to know his name
He lives in harmony with Nature and his bond to Nature is strong
And he knows where the roos hide in daylight and he recognize birds by their song.
So many judgemental people that I know perhaps I am judgemental too
We dislike in others what in ourselves we see so happens to only be true
I envy the forgotten hermit who wishes to remain unknown
His tent in the wild wood with Nature and he feels happy to live on his own.