I walk the path few take,

I see a view quite rare,

I hear voices many forsake,

Of actions that make men stare.

My choices betray,

My outlook ignored,

My peers slay

the thoughts in stored.

The hermit dwells well in the wilderness,

He knows the sanity of segregation,

His fortitude is in his forest,

Away in sensational separation.

That is the fate I am so bound,

Like a plant forcing out of a crack,
It's strength unseen, it's beauty unknown,
Growing slowly, surely, without slack.