Here in the wilderness

All it takes for you to be standing alone is for others to move away from you. All it takes for you to be lonely is for you to feel as if you stand alone. Alienation is bitter; the poorest of company substitutes for friends, and they will be the type that trade you in for a better offer if a better offer comes along. In the end you become so isolated from others that little communication is possible across the gulf that divides. Chilled by night, charred by day, the exile of loneliness would be a wilderness even in paradise.

cactus and vultures sociably share my company

cactus and vultures sociably share my company

 

HERE IN THE WILDERNESS

Out here where the grass don’t grow,

no-one’s looking enviously.

Cactus and vultures sociably

share my company…

Here in the wilderness

Here in the wilderness

 

See how thing’re shaping up,

here where misfits fit in.

No one will ask, and no-ones telling,

what kind of shape your in.

Here in the wilderness

Here in the wilderness

 

I want to be loved – how weird is that?

Am I a freak because I have a heart?

Can you really blame me for that?

Yet, I am a species apart…

 

Out here my exile drags on…

as the sun claws its painful way

across the face of a blue-lipped sky,

but night’ll hide the scars away.

Here in the wilderness

Here in the wilderness

 

Here in the wilderness © Peter Giles

 

 

 

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