Alone In Moderation

What if I didn’t reach out again,

Perhaps the world I live in, collapse.

Speaking only of internal response,

Would that I might rhyme again.

This life I’ve chosen is not my own,

Only visible to my eyes alone.

Certainly as told by distant mentors,

Mine is the sole provider of peace.

That is the respite we all might seek,

To live unassumed, such is natural.

When once we might feel abandon,

Truly it is our own scope to imagine.