It is rare for one to choose to live so isolated.
There are people everywhere,
Only meters away,
Barricaded in their boxes,
Guarded in their prisons of fear,
Wanting to be left alone,
Wanting to be left out of drama,
Wanting to be left out of judgement.
Isolation has become the new way of life,
The easy way out, than facing my fears.
To let someone in,
Is to let complication in,
Judgement, disapproval & burden,
I don't need that from another,
I have all that myself.
Instead I replace people with things,
Shiny possessions that fill my void,
Delicious cuisine that fulfills my pleasure,
Strenuous exercise to exhaust me at night.
To prove to you I'm doing great in the world,
To prove to you I'm not in need of your concern.
But loneliness is a sneaky thing,
Creeping in at your lowest moment,
Reminding you that your life is empty,
That your soul lacks communication,
That your soul lacks connection,
That your soul lacks completion.
