No mind is untouched,
your thoughts and ideas were conveniently fetched
from crass craven talks
right there, the lunacy starts!
But Solitude, is a favor from the living
and the flavor of the dying;
By choice, it is a fortune
but by chance, you might just be dancing to its folly tune.
A solitary goon is, but a sane man
conjuring the world at best he can
readily trading reality for the world in his mind
living amongst the warm flesh of men
is imprisonment for his kind.
by and by, his mind grows to be deaf
and in time and with luck, completely dumb
A tactile world, he realizes is a mighty bluff
and to this lie, he wouldn't succumb
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