To be on ones own
Away from the noise
At one yet not with the boys
The joys of solitude
Rude awakenings of self
The wealth of a different fortune
Ruminate among the musings
Cruising with the music stilled
Willed on by the love of love
And by the surer love of one other
Mother of all mischief
A thief surrounded by silence
The meanwhile now ground to quiet
The riot at once held back and unleashed
He reached for the stars for those older
Cuban cigars of youth and misappropriation
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