He wakes in his chair on the porch
seeing it's late he lights a torch.
It seems no friends have come by today
that's right, I remember, I've chased them all away.
Recalling a time when he talked to them
but that was before his problem.
The agony of seeing their pain,
he carries around like a ball and chain.
To know that he was the cause
became anathema to his moral laws.
It was then that he withdrew
and moved away to start anew.
Into the hills and forests he went
to find a place he could be content.
But does such a place really exist,
or is it just something on his wish list?
Away from people is where he was going
to where a different wind was blowing.
Finally he found a place he could be without strife.
Too late he realized the fallacy of his life.