Hermits Have it Best

Humans are idiotic creatures, I think.
Idiotic creatures get stupider in groups.
Hermits have it best, I think.

The mountains call me.
I think of a beautiful forest.
No people but me.

I dream of this paradise.
It is a beautiful vision.
But something gnaws at my vision of paradise.

A vague longing feeling surfaces in my heart.
I fight back, hide deeper in my fantasy.
I had hoped to hide it in the recesses of my heart.

I lounge in my beautiful garden.
Everything I see reminds me.
That I am missing what I truely need in my garden.

I don't want to believe it.
I mean, hermits have it best.
It screams for release, and I have to let it.

But I want to be alone!
I scream out in vain.
It does not listen, fighting my will, itself alone.

I look around the garden, peace ruined.
How can I live with this trecherous part of me?
My peace is not the first thing is has ruined.

I try again to center myself.
But find that I can no longer do it alone.
Somthing's missing: I am no longer myself.

The longing is stronger.
I feel more partial than I ever have in my life.
Ironically, my longing to be alone also grows stronger.

Humans are idiotic creatures, I know.
They definately get stupider in groups.
Hermits have it best, I know.

I should have been a hermit.
None of this would have happened.
Why couldn't I have been born a hermit?

I would not have the good times.
Are they really worth this?
Are they outweighed by what I see at bad times?

Hermits have to have their share of happiness.
Doesn't look like such a bad thing.
No emotional baggage, just happiness.

Humans are idiotic creatures, it's a law.
Stupidity thrives in groups.
Hermits have it best, it's a law.

       -- Bem Ajani Jones-Bey  2.18.99