A Culture of Solitude

Waging war on a futile society Where we still discover The same things repetitively Reducing our knowledge to none As we take on a lifestyle based upon A culture of solitude Where all one needs is oneself And all one hears is his own music Man dances to his own tune Trusting none but the faithful blue sky Caring not what lies beyond the reach of the eye Fearing not what’s yet to be discovered Ignorance is bliss, but surely not this For what happens when the sky turns grey Does one drop the toys and emerge Or simply wait For a time when we still discover Something new everyday Then let man out into the world to play The war is over, can solitude enjoy this day?