my former would say
"you just be a hermit"
people ain't your style
i remember
i thought all the while...

maybe that's true
that be what i am
damn

some kinda' recluse
full of refuse
with no use
for brother or sister man

hell
that a spell
i let be cast on me
see...
that ain't the way i be
nor what i tell

isolation
is where i'm at
forget the frustration
of tryin' ta' see "that"

i can go for weeks
without sayin' a word
just 'cause
what i seeks
ain't been heard

nuthin' ta' say
why say it?
nuthin' ta' pray
why pray it?
nuthin' ta do
what do ya' do?
no where ta' go
where do ya' go?
no One ta' See
who do ya' Be?

sometimes lonely.
sometimes alone.
sometimes only
a poem.

sometime it rhymes
sometimes it don't
sometime it just passin' times
sometimes it won't

i used ta' be told
i used ta' be sold
all the time
that old line...

now i've learned ta' rhyme
guess you hear it all the time
but this rhyme is mine
all mine

i like it just fine