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.