The world turns and I resist its inertia.
The populace panics and I remain subdued.
The sky is falling,
They are all screaming and crawling.
I sip a cup of tea in the afternoon,
Read the headlines while indoors sprawling.
Oh, the norm is so appalling
I tend to see the light in the gloom and make my home
Away from them comfortably
On different moon’s,
Because being one of many to me is essentially doom.