Nature.

In the strangeness of the world. 
I lived in a small cottage. 
Madness made life curled. 
By its great wattage. 

By deserting myself! 
I made life so simple. 
Not living on the ice shelf! 
Nor making oil to dwindle. 

In the nature of reality, 
Away from lies, from society. 
I decided to live alone, 
Human contact to avoid. 

I remember long time ago. 
I was bound to Civilization, 
Making living by Kowtow. 
And hiding inside Havens. 

Now I’m free, proud, and secure. 
With Mother Nature I’m living, 
Finally enjoying the ocean’s roar. 
Not the roar of human being.