Isolation - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

I’m drawn to isolation
By the quiet and the calm
There’s no hope for my salvation
As I let more people down
My sense of inferiority
Seems to maximize with each hour
I’m sliding to seniority
With neither energy nor power
I think I’ve lost my heart and soul
Just when did this occur
At what point did I lose control
And life become a blur
The things I took for granted
Have vanished over time
I’ve grown too disenchanted
With misgivings in my mind
So I’m drawn to isolation
As a gentle remedy
There’s a calming insulation
And a peaceful clarity