opaque spire
Living in a bustling world of fake smiles, she walks alone
amidst the chorus of chaotic noise, she is on her own,
her thoughts, like gentle whispers, resonate in her mind.
she seeks answers, in a void of vanity, that she hopes to find.
Her gaze turns inwards, only to find a tsunami of unease,
a swirling storm of unrest,, her emotions freeze.
like an avalanche, her questions crash against each other,
and she finds she can’t protect herself, no place to cover.
As the cyclone resides and her thoughts turn back a gentle caress,
she finds she can analyze the situation, and critically assess.
Why does loneliness take root in our gardens of affection,
rotting our plants and casting us in a state of abjection?
Modern whispers urge her on a quest of self-reliance,
where she only finds a barren desert of silence.
Sending out a beacon of hope across the great divide,
She finds an atmosphere of indifference and compliance,
where people seem to be trapped and tongue-tied,
because we are society’s pawns and puppets, being spied.
Or perhaps they are too focused on their own self,
on taming their own wild beasts and acquiring wealth,
too busy to extend a hand like a bridge over troubled seas,
to those who have been brought down to their knees.
In her solitude, one day she might find a voice,
in her quietude, may one day she make a pleasant choice,
to seek the real, the raw, the simple, the true,
to unleash to toxic bonds and start anew.
For in a modern day of solitary cries,
she’ll find the truth behind the lies.
And so, she will walk, not lonely, but free,
in the light of her own thoughtful company.
for solitude is the richness of being by oneself,
while loneliness is the lack of self-control itself.
sage veldt
shut scroll
sonic solstice