as the earth returns to the long night
of winter dying to be re-born,
so i go to my seclusion separated from
all but myself.

people in bars bore me,
their constant chating and battles
and restless rage,
i leave them to live their bar lore.
i escape alone to my room,
undaunted by the gossip and glaring
of old men.

in my seclusion i can see myself,
secure in myself.
alone only to the longing of a once
youthful lad.
i need no one to save me from a more
complete withdrawal from society.
an inward way i now pursue.

i leave all lords and ladys to their own
ego games empty lust.
i mock at males for their mannual approach
to life.
i want no woman in her vain worldy pursuits.
i leave them for my own sensual illusion.

and what i leave is not gain.
there is but danger and dread in days
to come,
a people polarized by petty hates,
no,paralized by prejudicial pride.
i gain the better part by being but one,
escaping into solitude saving my sanity.
apart from a world where all is a lie.
i leave to live,alone.