When the years come round and round
And time seems to evaporate
The winter around me fuzzes up a little
And I get cozy with myself
On a warm feathered pillow
And slip more and more into solitude
Once a break from reality, now a surreal daydream
A shelter from the rain that never stops pouring down
Pink sheets and a hot tea, comfortable
Good vibes only
A warm space heater in the winter cold
Slipping into solitude
Protects me from the thunderstorms  
And so I grow my roots in deeper
And retreat further and further from the noise
Walking backwards into solitude
Here, what matters only is the surrounding sounds
Of my breathe, my Heartbeat, my mind
My fingers tap tapping away on my keyboard
The occasional music singing to me in my earbuds
As I slip into solitude
My thoughts become a theater drama
The only drama that really matters
Amongst the chatter and the gossip
Which I've shut out long ago
Slipping into solitude
I build myself a bed and a kitchen down there
Play Hide and Seek from the world
But mostly just hide, too deep to seek
As I slip into solitude
Because I am I and you are you
And the further down I slippidy slip
The less fuzzy the boundaries become
You are you, walking the city streets
and I am I
A heartbeat, a breathe, frozen in time
Falling asleep and waking up again
In my fuzzy PJs
Warm tea, feather pillow, shelf of journals
I am I
Alone, undiscovered, hidden
Slipping my way into solitude