Sometimes I long
to be alone.
I long not
for loneliness
which is an ogre,
but to be alone
to think my thoughts
to do my deeds
to write my words
to cook my eggs
as done as I like.
I long for the cabin
by the placid pond
far from the bustle
and the prattle
and the cacophony
of life.
to be alone.
I long not
for loneliness
which is an ogre,
but to be alone
to think my thoughts
to do my deeds
to write my words
to cook my eggs
as done as I like.
I long for the cabin
by the placid pond
far from the bustle
and the prattle
and the cacophony
of life.