Solitude

Solitude is solitude is solitude

But today I know not solitude

Nor will I know it tomorrow or the next day

I did not know it yesterday

Only far back in the immutable, archived past

Of long hot days done

Lay on the rug covered in sand

Quite alone with just thoughts

ALL your strings cut

Heavy with lethargy

Happy to be just one.

Today my ties will not be cut

I am tied, lashed to too many people

And responsibilities, the most horrible

Fake word ever dreamt in the mind

Because a dream is all it is.

The world is not to be taken so seriously.

Do children go to a carnival to pick apart the experience, Assign worries, dissolve the innocence and create sorrows?

But why do we do that with the void that is -

No adjectives to describe it, why do we feel the need to

Mark it as our own with words and conclusions?

Just is.

We know the life, the world is a dream, a creation.

Why fill it with grief?

Freedom is relying on nothing but the mind.

Grant me the will to accept the freedom that is.