Glee in this untraveled holt,
Ecstasy on the lonely shore,
A mankind, where none snoop,
The deep thoughts, strains on its core.
Secure in a room,
Ingenuity becomes the creation,
Thrived in solitude.
Ecstasy on the lonely shore,
A mankind, where none snoop,
The deep thoughts, strains on its core.
Secure in a room,
Ingenuity becomes the creation,
Thrived in solitude.
Note: wide awake at 1:00 and decided that solitude is (still) a bliss
