THE RECLUSE

~ 1 ~

I don't go out. I stay at home,
And I don't like to meet old friends,
I spend a lot of time alone,
Lest what I say offends.
I know what I am skilled to do,
And that people misunderstand,
That there is just a very few,
With the same calluses on their hands.
Most get it wrong but that's alright,
They have not been where I have been,
And though they think themselves so right,
They seldom know what I mean.
And I used to think that I was wrong,
But then I was young and green.

~ 2 ~

It does not matter what you say,
It matters who you are,
So long as you conform and pray,
And drive an expensive car.
You must of course mix with those,
Whose money makes them strong,
And wear the right in vogue clothes,
To show that you belong.
Then all the fool things that you say,
Will be considered true and wise,
And millions of folk will come and pay,
For what they would otherwise despise.
For the truth is that it's just the way,
For the world is run on lies.