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)
Copyright © Ewatomi Bolutife | Year Posted 2016
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