O to be a recluse
A sharp mind in the shadows
A grace unseen by all
Tangled in thick solitude.
O to be so careless
Not a care for him
Or from others like him
But no tears or pains will come.
O to be a blind man
A mind's eye pristine
Never to be touched by evil
Never revealing the wonders.
O to be one alive
Eyes and ears open to all
Laden with worldly wonders
There's hardly a lonely moment.
O to be a loved one
On four feet, not two
The lonely legs weaken
And still walk alone.
O to be a severed limb
From the body I once belonged
That one's useless, imperfect
Cut it off from the rest.
O to be a recluse
A sharp mind, gone to waste
A grace forsaken by one
Caught in death itself.
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