Poems from the Mind of the Recluse
Recluse
Sorry that I'm so reclusive
I try to be organized
But never really know
Where life
Will take me
The path I'm on
Has loops
And bridges
And rivers to cross,
Obstacles to overcome,
Dark forests to make it through
Sometimes I leave things behind
On accident
Or because a voice whispered
To me
Go this way
Not that way
But which way?
And so I am unpredictable
I don't always do
What the voice tells me to do
But in the end
I know
I will find my way through
Desaparecida
The last thing
I want my life
To be
Is what they say is "Normal"
Marry rich,
Buy things
"It'll make you happy"
Shopping therapy
(I have found)
Is a real thing, but temporary
"Time is of the essence"
"Do it while you still can"
While you're still young,
They mean,
Because life ends at thirty, you know
Even though
Time
Money
Needs
Wants
Limits
Restrictions
They're all just constructs
Of the system which
Binds us
Limits us
Restricts us
Constricts us
Squeezes the life from us
Like lemons, to make their lemonade
But life
Is more
Than just the lemonade