A Question Of Solitude Poem by Midnight Clarity

and do you enjoy

your solitude?

I retreat into my

quietness sometimes

ears burning from the

sounds of the world,

the people who imagine

that they own my time;

I wonder if they ever

stop

to think

to see

that I am so much

my own

that I am unattainable

cannot be achieved

or grasped,

can only be given;

I smile because I open doors

and put out welcome mats

and watch them batter at the windows,

perhaps I am unkind to expect

them to pay

attention,

the only coin they

will not spend.