solitary
There’s a strength in solace
A joy in being alone
There’s freedom in solitude that I have now come to find as my home
Isolation brings a sort of clarity that you don’t get from being in a crowd of others
A certain wisdom you ascertain that isn’t gained by consulting with your sister, father, or brother
The care you luxuriate yourself in, starts to rival that of a lover
To the point where solitude becomes self-preservation, a sort of cover
A joy in being alone
There’s freedom in solitude that I have now come to find as my home
Isolation brings a sort of clarity that you don’t get from being in a crowd of others
A certain wisdom you ascertain that isn’t gained by consulting with your sister, father, or brother
The care you luxuriate yourself in, starts to rival that of a lover
To the point where solitude becomes self-preservation, a sort of cover