The world is a busy place,
A billion souls crawling over each other,
It saps ones energy,
At times we must be alone,
To recuperate away from others,
Like slipping into a soothing mudbath,
Just you and the mire,
Recharging under the sodden surface,
Only bubbles for company,
Vitamins to the skin,
Minerals to the soul,
Being alone in this mud,
It’s not loneliness,
There’s therapy in the silence,
In the muck,
If only for a little while.
