As a pilgrim who had lost his way I have come;
Knowingly I have stumbled...
I have run on just the balance due for my blunders.
Inarticulate, I was solitary;
There was no activity...
Not a thing to hear or see.
Inclined to go from being lonely and unseen,
Humbled, I've descended only to perform deeds.
For me none were present, foreign or my own;
Naught was close, naught remote...
That's a burdensome yoke.
But I have mattered, I have loved–
I have scattered color.
Knowingly I have stumbled...
I have run on just the balance due for my blunders.
Inarticulate, I was solitary;
There was no activity...
Not a thing to hear or see.
Inclined to go from being lonely and unseen,
Humbled, I've descended only to perform deeds.
For me none were present, foreign or my own;
Naught was close, naught remote...
That's a burdensome yoke.
But I have mattered, I have loved–
I have scattered color.
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Self-isolation is a defense mechanism that only works effectively when it benefits society.
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