Aren't we all just looking for a little order amidst all the chaos?
Fed up with the world I ran,
far away as fast as I can.
Found my stead in the wild,
where the ways weren't yet defiled.
Have we become so vacuous in following footsteps that we've forgotten to create our own?
Is the world around getting more prosaic,
or is it just another one of my solipsistic mosaics?