In the midst of this universal systematic noise
A lone soul once sought randomness;
Erred and erred- the pursuit of errors he continued
In a world where perfection reigned supreme.
Unblemished by the machinery of the modernity,
The man longed for a life in a long forgotten past;
Where the union of nature and man was of supreme sanctity-
His imagined abode he fixed in that forsaken place.
A denial of civilization- is that what the man asked for?
Did he wish to revert to the darker age of instincts?
Or, did the clout of reason paralyze him to that point,
Where for once he just wanted to break free?
(In the woods there is the darkness-
The woods are all around;
But inside there are flashes of lights,
And we keep thinking there is only the light!)