Getting away from civilization.

I can live pretty much the way I want. Because I retreat. To my cocoon. I create my own little world. Like right now. I'm in my cocoon. Though I venture out into the world. Almost every day. But I know that when I get tired or scared or frustrated, I can sort of get away from it all. In my cocoon. I don't mind venturing out. Because it's an adventure exploring the world. That's how I discovered my Italian true love. She lives in a cocoon, too. That's one thing I like about her. She has sense enough to build a protective cocoon. And she lets me in. I return the favor. She can find safety in my cocoon, too. At any time. We protect each other. I pity the poor people that don't have cocoons. Many of 'em go crazy. They fall into depression. Or they become corrupt. And act like everyone else. Robots. They lose true consciousness. And go through the motions of living. I am most alive in my cocoon. Makes me feel protected and safe and free. Able to think and do as I please. To be me. Oh, I can be relatively free outside my cocoon. But I have to return. For sustenance. For fresh air. And for the opportunity to rest. To fortify myself for the next exploration of Mother Earth. Earth and cocoons really ain't bad places. Once one gets away from civilization. --Jim Broede