I've grown to favor solitude,
No longer does solace visit me.
No longer must I succumb to others
Nor endure the insensitive,
...
Soon, I will be gone.
You will not notice when I depart,
But you will feel when I do.
Like field to stone,
...
Solitude
I've grown to favor solitude,
No longer does solace visit me.
No longer must I succumb to others
Nor endure the insensitive,
When I'm in solitude.
In lieu, I now theorize
And find my own dimension,
Where succor roams in abundance.
And compassion is found in the wind.
Lament falls from the trees; no longer does it burden one.
Pique is never inflicted, and
We're ravished by rays of the sun.
My cordial home could never be replicated by man.
I stand at the crossroads of two reversed lands.
When I'm in solitude.