Staring at the wall, away from noise, Silence is splendid, this is my joy. I didn't choose this path, or maybe I did ? I overdid it when it wasn't needed, Clock wheeled, got distant, yes, maybe I did. Tired of putting people above me, Isolation chose me, or maybe I chose it ? Though I answer myself now, no pleasing praises, I prefer these loud whispers, yes maybe I chose it. There might be a way to cure this splendid isolation, But do I need to? Maybe I don't?