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.