- And I can't get it done around here -
But it's up on a hill -
And so pretty
And friends will
Be there
Oh my god!
Community - that -
Means people -
"Other" people
And I the hermit
(Traditionally)
Will have to
Deal with
People -
" Other "
People -
I've never been
Good at this
Not raised by people
Who were any good at
It -
Isolation meant
Survival -
Distrust, hiding, and
Fear
So now maybe
I find another way -
I walk out my door -
- Fortify myself with
Starbucks -
And a cookie -
Oatmeal ( can't be all that bad
For ya )
I watch my paranoia
I wash it in the breeze
On that hill
Maybe I learn to trust
Someone
Maybe I learn to
Let it go
Maybe Mother Mary will
Come to Me
( Beatle's song, Let It Be )
I used to sing that in "church"
But she wouldn't let it be -
At all . . .
Had to control everything
Including my song -
So I left
And now something
Else
They say. . .
The next thing comes
Around
For us to learn from
And when we've learned
It leaves
Until we're done -
And then -
We
Get washed
In the eternal breeze . . .
