Alone At Last

And now, it seems, I am alone at last,
In time for fading lights to shadows cast.
            All day inquired, honored, booed,
            By countless voices strong…
            I only wish for solitude.
            Why is this need so wrong?
Why must I wait until the day has passed?

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Written while listening to Aghora’s Formless (2006).