Let the whole world go to 
Bits of narcissistic appraisals 
Thumbs ups and shares 
Plenty followers to 
Cover up a sense of isolation 
They wish would fill the hole that 
Seems too scary to explore
And I... 
I just can't stop looking into it 
Each and every day
And it fills me with
Dread, mystery and light
Of some other kind
That only monks see well 
I was never like them
But always wished to find
That place I would 
Finally belong to  
Somewhere at the edge 
Of a morning leaf
Where dew drop 
Is about to fall