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Monday, May 13, 2013
I CHOOSE NOT SOLITUDE
I choose to live amongst men
For midst multitudes
Only warmth thrives
While shivers find no solace.
I choose to live midst men
Where echoes are of differing opinions
Yet these opinions are born
Of a diversity of experiences.
I choose to live amongst men
For knowledge is that which is sort
Not the mediocrity that is one's thoughts
Informed by personal shallow wells.
I choose to live amongst men
Where my spirit is endlessly nourished
From the bowels of the legends of humanity
Who chose not the solitary way.
I choose to live amongst men
For the heart grows weak
If confined in solitude
I choose to live amongst men
I choose not solitude.
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