thoughts on isolation

is this a dream? are we awake when we are not? or have I fallen ill  and perished amongst the greater masses? There is no thrill in solitude, nor freedom in the outer world. What we produce is what we commence, what we trade, what we thrive on. Help deter the construction of evil and force good upon those who have deserve a better life in times of trouble. Let thou be layered to savour the fruits of the land. Incredible, as it were,  to leave isolation and join a broken society. A plague if you will, that haunts us til dawn approaches.This is where we stand. You just have to hold on, and expect the greater good, the karma, to apprehend that which has been unmarked, unstained, less dreary and less pungent. Have we abandoned ourselves to technological advances, the CEOs and the great ones, the engine gears. They have cast a shadow and we must find holy land. Away from the unknown. But what is knowing the unknown is not worth believing. For the absurd has taken us by the hand. In the books, on the couch, in the shed, on all fours like a dog. Barking at the moon and crying in the limelight. When will this shadow move us forward, except into pain and envy. What else are we trying to do except lead a life of modernity, in a time when free thinking is only allowed by the ones who can afford it. Alas, take what you need, but only come back once, for time is more precious then any ore or mineral a dilly dally drunk can mine.