Solitude Of Thyself Poem by Yorktown Disciple

When your soul vanishes,
and your friends turn you out,
Where do you turn
in this wicked world of doubt?

When the money doesn't flow
and the stomach begins to ache,
What do you eat
in this wicked world of hate?

When you find yourself alone,
and see doors go closed,
How do you stand
in this wicked world of foes?

When all is finished and done,
and you see you have lost,
To whom do you turn
in this wicked world of high cost?

The only peace of mind - you will find -
is as fictitious as an elf.
The only comfort and consolation,
is in the solitude of thyself.