…y instinct and need for privacy,
in which I operate best in the solace
of dark and quiet spaces,
sure, the city is always loud,
but it’s the little towns that are full
of whispers, such desperation
that even one human voice
can be drowned out by a ghostly wind…
yes, life’s a twisting stream,
and it’s a great mistake to hurry,
no one wants to see you rush ah…