SOLITUDE

SOLITUDE

Solitude offers one the time to think
To try and get all the ducks in a row
Without any of that noisy distraction
When concentration is easily broken
As if common sense had not spoken
Never to even recognise satisfaction
As fast concedes the benefit of slow
And in the chain, finally see the link

But sometimes a dam needs to burst
To release it all, both good and bad
Thoughts that had clogged the mind
Like wading in the brown sticky mud
That may be left behind after a flood
Nor to inevitability, ever be resigned
As seeking a truth is better than mad
And on occasion, one can come first