Wandering
At times
when you
don't want to
participate in a
societal function
you leave the scene,
wander through
the canyons, crevices
and hallways
of illusive deviations
pondering the ways, means
of your survival.
You don't intend
to be antisocial
but sometimes
you can't find
the essence, purpose
of all the distractions
that others consider vital
to their being.
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