Away from everyone,
One with myself,
I have lived a bit differently,
They would think,
I wouldn't know what to think,
If not of the world within.

Away from the noise,
Listening to my own harmonies,
Away from the entanglements,
Solving the knots in my being,
A bit differently,
They would see me,
I wouldnt know what to see,
If not the ways to my being.

Too involved with my being,
Intense within,
Yet univolved and uninvoked,
By any other presence,
A bit differently,
They would acknowledge,
I wouldn't know where to seek,
If not my own seeking .