The wings of my destiny tremble:
The winds of existence so smart.
They blow to and fro to assemble
My life, which is falling apart.
It falls into meaningless debris
Of daily routine so obscene.
I wish I abode in an abbey
Aloof from the people, unseen.
Aloof from Tartuffian speeches,
Aloof from the goofs and the spoof,
Aloof from the leeches and teachers
Aloof from…
Aloof from…
Aloof…
I wish I abode in the calmness
Of solitude, holding my breath.
I’d loosen the bridle and harness.
Aloof from my life and my death.
Aloof from the links and relations,
Aloof from the purr and the woof,
Aloof from the vain expectations.
Aloof from…
Aloof from…
Aloof…