I live this world that no one knows,
oh there may be routines,
I do enjoy the day,
the moment especially when I might get away,
I can be myself,
in that place where no one can ever really
need to understand
I like to be in this rise of solitude
where mentally I travel elsewhere
my mind is free of the burdens I’d just felt before,
yet, now having found this solace,
I can return from the forest,
knowing there will always be
a partial clearing
waiting for me with a sort of tantric
patience.