I grew tired of the Politics…
But at least it wasn’t war.
Between the talking and the nodding.
There was the snoozing and a snore.
I grew tired of the sports talk.
And the money for the stars.
It all seemed so damn important.
For the stool sitters at the bars.
I grew tired of the drinking.
Because of where my mind would go.
And all the chitter-chatter.
And the fires down below.
I grew tired of the dramas.
To have anyone around.
I’m a Hermit on this island.
In this Urban sprawl of sound.