The Hermit

This earth circumnavigates in a solar trajectory. It continues rotation during chaotic lawlessness. When starless nights rule the terrestrial scenery, my lantern illuminates my path through the darkness. In animation during a timeless sequestering, my character is unhampered by social stimuli. A vital unobstructed flame keeps burning. No impetuous wants or desires have I. Far beyond the hills within their social dwelling, the gregarious spend lives in a precarious existence. Transactions materialize in buying and selling. From the plight of humankind, I am keeping my distance.