Living In Solitude

She lives in solitude She can’t be like the multitude She loves to withdraw into her snuggery Not as a form of frailty, But for a sense of purpose And but just her nature And not only a nature, It’s become her conduct They thought she’s too indifferent But no! it’s how she’s wired Created to be a recluse Ask me of that reserved lady Who loves to stay aloof And just under her roof She doesn’t give a damn, even if she doesn’t move Cos she’s always caught up, Caught up living her dreams Everyone’s eager Just as anxious to know What she’s always up to And right in there she is, Overwhelmed with passion Either reading or writing Just living her dreams! And naysayers are here! It’s not good to be alone they say And fine I see, she tells them, Being alone and being solitary, I’m sure these two are different You’re alone when there’s no one for you Or when you’ve got no purpose But being solitary is so intentional She does so to unearth the best, Just the best in her There’s something still screaming! Deeper on the inside Girl you’re yet to blow! Just keep DIGGING! And please just FIND me! Just ask me of that lady That sweet and cozy baby I’m proud to say I’m her!!! (Here’s just a glimpse of my lifestyle, just to encourage youths, please spend your alone time well)