In a Quest for Solitude

Isolation is all I crave,

As I wander hither and thither

In the look-out for loneliness

Seeking solace and warmth,

That only my mind can provide me...

A masochist, I am not

A misanthrope, I have never been

Mental unrest plagues me...

Unattainable, seems the quest

Rife with volatility...

I know not the direction,

Of my feet, of my destination

Yet I move...unconsciously

Eager to reach the end

Anxious to find that place,

Where I can be myself,

Without any compunctions

Without any recriminations...