His Own Way

The lonely traveller is ridiculed 

And shamed for the solitude he’s chosen.

Without dismay he continues to walk

Along his lonely path.

The crowd gathers together

And lay rest in the city square.

Eating sweet peaches and picking dandelions

While the lonely traveller walks along his foreign path.

The crowd settles in comfort with each repeating day

And is satisfied with questions unanswered.

Their tattered grass ceases to see sunlight

As they lay upon it prattling about the lonely traveller.

The lonely traveller continues on his way

Adventuring thick mosses and virgin meadows.

The lonely traveller disregards the empty judgment while walking

Along his path alone.

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